He looked sardonically across at her. "I'm not in the least anxious to pursue it. But I'm interested in that murder."
"Of which I know nothing."
He said unpleasantly: "Lie to me by all means, Miss Brown, but choose a better lie than that. If you've any sense you'll stop being mysterious and tell me just what you're playing at."
"Really?" She raised her brows. "Why?"
"Because your extreme reluctance to behave in a normal manner is fast convincing me that you're up to some mischief. I don't like lawbreakers, and I have every intention of finding out what your game is."
"You'll be very clever if you do," she said.
"You are likely to discover, my misguided young friend, that I am considerably cleverer than anyone you've yet had to deal with."
"Thanks for the warning. But I have no game and I am not at all mysterious."
"You forget I've spent half an hour in your brother's instructive company."
Her calm left her; she cried hotly: "So you pumped a drunken boy, did you? A rotten, low-down trick!"