Carroll with difficulty concealed a smile.
"I see! And now that I've remembered him again, suppose you tell me what you know about him and the case?"
"It's principally about what I read in the papers this morning. Really, Mr. Carroll, there ought to be a law against newspapers printing such ridiculous things!"
"As what, for instance?"
"That thing they had in there this morning. Why, the way they mentioned Hazel Gresham, you'd have thought that they thought she was the woman who killed Roland—the woman in the taxicab."
Carroll's eyes narrowed slightly. The faint smile still played about his lips.
"You don't think she was?"
"Oh, Mr. Carroll! Please, please, don't be so irresistibly absurd!
Why in the world should Hazel kill the man she was engaged to?"
"I don't know."
"And besides, what does she know about killing some one? That is the most bizarre idea I have ever heard in all my life. Besides, she couldn't have killed him, anyway."