"Yes," replied Gresham, showing surprise at Carroll's evident knowledge of facts.
"Who?"
"Evelyn Rogers spent the night with her. Evelyn's a seventeen-year-old kid who has had what I believe you call a crush on my sister. They were together in that house from ten o'clock last night, or earlier, until this morning. And if you don't believe that—"
"But I do. I have just had a visit from Miss Rogers, and she told me exactly what you have just repeated; so I'm pretty well satisfied that your sister had nothing whatever to do with the affair. I will take pains to see that this evening's papers make that quite clear."
Gresham rose. A load seemed to have dropped from his shoulders.
"That's white of you, Carroll! I appreciate it."
"Not at all. I have no desire to cause annoyance or inconvenience where it is unnecessary. And Miss Rogers told me, with great attention to detail, just why and how it was impossible for your sister to have been anywhere except at home last night."
"Evelyn's considerable of a brick, in spite of the fact that she's more or less minus in the upper story. And now, if you're really satisfied, I'll be going."
The two men walked to the door together. They were about of a height;
Carroll slightly the heavier of the two.
"You've no idea as to the identity of the woman in the taxicab, have you, Gresham?"