“You see she had a bad attack of stage fright,” continued Molly, “and Judy is so excitable and sensitive. She exaggerated what happened and it made her ill.”
“And what did happen? She forgot her lines, as I recall. But that often occurs. Even professionals have been known to forget their parts. Ellen Terry is quite notorious for her bad memory, but she is a great actress, nevertheless.”
The girls were silent. They wondered what in the world Miss Walker was driving at.
“And then what happened next?”
They looked at her blankly.
“What happened next?” repeated Molly.
“Yes. I want you to begin and tell me the whole thing from beginning to end.”
Molly rested her chin on her hand and looked out of the window. This is what had been familiarly spoken of in college as being “on the grill.”
“What do you want us to tell, Miss Walker?” asked Nance with a surprising amount of courage in her tones.
“I want to know,” said the President sternly, “where you were between twelve and one o’clock on Friday night.”