"About the Warren case."
"You know something about it?"
"Yes!" The young man seemed to bite the word. "I do."
"What?"
"You're in charge of the case, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"You've seen this morning's papers?"
"I have."
"Well, they're rotten—absolutely rotten. They don't say it in so many words, but the impression they create is that my sister, Hazel, was the woman in the taxi who killed Roland Warren. It's a damned lie!"
The young man was growing more excited. Carroll put out a restraining hand.