I smiled appreciatively. "Well, it was worth a try. Maybe one of the others will remember it. I tried to phone you last night," I added with a studied lack of emphasis. "Around eight. But you must have been out."
"I was with Mike. We went out to dinner."
"That's funny," her mother said. "Father and I were in all evening."
There was an awkward silence.
"No, we weren't," George Darrow said abruptly. "We went over to the Wallaces for a few minutes. Just about eight o'clock it was."
"That must have been when I called," I said with relief. I rose from the table. "I hate to eat and run, and I do appreciate your hospitality, Mrs. Darrow, but—"
"Won't you stay and have some coffee?"
"No, I have some other calls to make. I wish I could."
"Well, you must come again."
"I'll try to do that. It isn't often I get a chance to eat a meal like this."