“What’s happened, girl?”

“Murder!”

“Where?”

“There!”

The woman pointed across the room toward the next house and looked at Carter.

“Who committed it?” he asked.

“Claude Lamont.”

“Then they’re even,” was the detective’s answer.

Clara did not reply, but led the detective to the peephole, and bade him look.

The room beyond the partition was dimly lighted, but he could see its appointments and single tenant.