"Straight home?"
Helen hesitated, her eyes on Neville, who was regarding her with an expression of sleepy enjoyment. "No," she said, after a pause. "Not quite. I heard the gate open, and naturally I didn't want to be seen, so I dived behind a bush beside the house."
"Who was it?" asked Sally quickly.
"I don't know. I couldn't see. A man, that's all I can tell you."
Sally looked at her rather searchingly, and then said: "All right, go on!"
"He went into the study. I think he closed the window behind him; I didn't hear anything except a sort of murmur of voices."
"Oh! Did you beat it while you had the chance?" Helen nodded. "Yes, of course." "And no one but Ernie saw you?" "No."
"And you didn't go dropping handkerchiefs about, or anything like that?"
"Of course I didn't."
"Then there's nothing except the IOUs to connect you with the murder!" Sally declared. "We've got to get hold of them before the police do."