"Oh! hardly that bad. You're sure your sister was alone in the house that night?"
"Sure. Who could have been there with her?"
"I'm not answering riddles. I'm asking them."
"I've got my fingers crossed. The answer is that there wasn't any one there. At first I thought she was going out—but she wasn't, and when I asked her was she, she got real peeved at me."
"Aa-a-h! You thought she was going out that night?"
"Uh-huh," came the answer between bites at a huge lobster salad.
"What made you think that?"
"Oh! just something. You know, I don't get credit for having eyes, but I sure have. And I never did understand that business anyway. But then Sis always has been the queerest thing—ever since she married Gerald. Say—" she looked up eagerly—"ain't he the darndest old crab you ever saw in your life?"
"Why, I—"
"Ain't he? Honest?"