She was of the infantile, spoiled class, he decided, one who, remembering that her childhood tears and fits of temper had always resulted in her getting what she wanted, had brought the habit into her adult years. He noted, too, that her gorgeous ash-blond hair had been carefully "done," piled in high masses above her petulant face.
"There are just a few questions which we thought it imperative to ask you," he said, trying to convey to her his desire to be as considerate as possible. "We shall make them as brief as we can."
Miss Fulton plucked impatiently at the coverlet, but said nothing.
Bristow, acting on his belief that life with this girl must always be more or less stormy, took a chance.
"Now," he said, fixing his keen glance upon her, "about this quarrel you and your sister had yesterday?"
She frowned and waved her right hand in careless dismissal of the subject.
"Oh, that," she said, "didn't amount to anything."
"What was it about?"
"I really don't know. You see, my sister and I didn't get along very well together."
Bristow put out his hand, and Greenleaf handed him the ring that had been found in Morley's room at the Brevord.