"Oh! After that we went up-stairs to her room, and put on our kimonos, and had a heart-to-heart talk. I can't tell you what we talked about, because sometimes—well, it was atrociously risqué—as women will, you know, and—"
"At a quarter before twelve you were still sitting up talking, and you had your kimonos on?"
"Yes, and—oh, you just ought to see Hazel's new kimono—pink crêpe de chine, trimmed with satin. She looks simply ravishing in it. I told Sis I wanted one like it, but—"
"And then you went to bed?"
"Yes, just about then."
"You are sure Miss Gresham didn't get up!"
"Oh, I'm positive she didn't! I didn't get to sleep until after one o'clock, anyway, and I would have known."
"You've given me some valuable information, Miss Rogers; and I'll see to it that the newspapers correct any impression they may have left that Miss Gresham might have been connected with the crime. Meanwhile"—he rose—"I'm a bit overdue down at headquarters; so if you'll excuse me—"
Evelyn Rogers rose and stood before him. Her pretty little face was eager.
"I've really helped you, Mr. Carroll?"