“You were seen with her yesterday morning,” said Judy.
“Ah, yes. Yesterday morning. That was it. I sent her home yesterday morning.”
“Your two stories don’t jibe,” one of the policemen snapped.
“Yesterday morning is some time ago to me,” Jasper Crosby replied suavely. “Much has happened since then. There has been a funeral,” he chuckled, “quite a funeral, too. Miss Grimshaw had a gay time of it all right, all right.”
“Did Irene attend the funeral?” Judy asked, ignoring his last statement.
He looked surprised. “Oh, no indeed. She did not attend.”
“You were pretty careful to keep her out of sight, weren’t you?”
“She was with my sister constantly,” he replied. “She had no desire to leave the house as long as my sister needed her.”
Judy turned to Peter. “It doesn’t sound true, does it?”
“It’s the blackest lie I ever heard,” he declared vehemently. “He can’t tell us that Irene stayed with a crazy woman of her own free will and made no attempt to get in touch with her friends. There’s been crooked work somewhere. If he sent Irene home, where is she now?” Peter questioned.