“Show her in here,” said Barrod.
In half a minute, Inez Fratten appeared. Her cheeks were flushed and her eye sparkled.
“I’ve foun . . .” she began, but Barrod interrupted her.
“Where’s your brother, Miss Fratten?” he asked abruptly.
Inez stared at him.
“My brother?”
“I beg your pardon, miss; I mean Mr. Ryland Fratten.”
“But what do you mean— ‘where is he?’ ”
“Was he at your house this morning?”
“No; no, as a matter of fact, he wasn’t.”