“See here, Dorothy, I know a good deal about you—”
The false Lucy started.
“Yes, I know it was you who lost the gold charm inscribed Dorothy on my plane that day. I know you came here from Chicago, not San Francisco—”
“I didn’t—”
“Her name isn’t Dorothy,” Dorn broke in.
“—and I know,” Vicki kept on, “that you arrived two days earlier than you pretended to the Bryants. Where were you those two days?”
“Lies,” Dorn said. “She—”
Mrs. Bryant turned to the agitated girl. “Two days earlier? Is this true?”
“Don’t you know,” Vicki kept at the girl, “that impersonating another person is a crime and you can go to jail for it?”
“I’m not—I didn’t—” the fake Lucy stammered.