Carroll, his mind still busy with Naomi's story, answered casually. "I believe I do. That is just a belief, mind you. But there is an outside chance that there will be important developments within the next twenty-four hours."
"Something definite, eh?"
"If anything at all happens, it will be definite."
Then Carroll excused himself and sought Eric Leverage. Under pledge of secrecy he told Leverage the entire story as he had heard it from Naomi Lawrence's lips. When he finished Leverage slammed his hand on the arm of his chair—
"Gerald Lawrence, or I'm a bum guesser," he stated positively.
"Looks that way," admitted Carroll. "What I hate about the idea is that if Lawrence is the man there will be no way on earth to keep Mrs. Lawrence's name out of it."
"You're right—How about Barker?"
"I believe Barker's story. So does Mrs. Lawrence. She believes that
Barker thinks she killed Warren in the taxi."
Leverage glanced keenly at his friend. "You are going to arrest
Lawrence?"
"No-o. Not yet. He may not have done it—"