“WELL, and what then?” demanded a curt voice behind the group. The three men and Eleanor wheeled around and gazed at the young officer in surprise too deep for words. “Well, what then?” demanded Captain Lane for the second time.
“How did you get here?” asked Brett, recovering from his surprise.
“Through the door. How did you suppose?” with a flicker of amusement in his handsome eyes. “The butler told me I would find you here when he admitted me a few seconds ago.” Then his face grew stern. “I entered in time to overhear your remark,”—turning directly to Brett. “Because your men did not see me leave the house it doesn’t follow that I spent the night here.”
“Then where did you spend it?” asked Brett swiftly.
“With my cousin, General Phillips, at his apartment at the Dupont,” calmly.
“At what hour did you reach his apartment?”
“About twelve o’clock.”
“And where were you between the hours of nine-thirty and twelve?”
“Most of the time walking the streets.”