Alone with Leverage, Carroll clenched his fist—"If that isn't the most peculiar—"
"She's not telling the truth, is she, David?"
"Certainly not. She couldn't smash her own alibi if she tried a million years."
He paced the room, walking in quick, jerky steps. Finally his face cleared and he stopped before Leverage's chair.
"I've got it!" he announced triumphantly.
"Got what?"
"Never mind," Carroll was surcharged with suppressed excitement. "I want you to do something for me, Leverage—and do it promptly."
"Sure—"
"Send Cartwright and bring Garry Gresham here."
"Garry Gresham?"