“What if he had employed me?”
“I am unable to say.”
Lena moved about uneasily in her chair.
Carter kept still.
He was giving the woman plenty of time to think.
There was no need to hurry, for he was confident that he would get out of her all the information he desired.
“Mr. Carter, what do you know about Dick Darwin?” Lena finally blurted out.
“Very little,” the detective replied. “I want to learn what you know about him.”
“You are as sphinxlike as ever.”
“I have to be.”