“Whom—whom—do they suspect?” The question seemed forced from her.
“Mr. Brett hasn’t confided in me.”
“Mr. Brett?”
“He’s the detective in charge of the case.”
“Oh, is he the tall, fine-looking man I saw talking to Joshua in the hall yesterday morning?”
“No, that was probably Douglas Hunter.”
“Douglas Hunter? Not the Douglas Hunter of the Diplomatic Corps, whom Uncle James was forever talking about?”
“The same. Do you know him?”
“No, he has always been absent from Washington when I’ve been in the city. What is he doing here now?”