"Surely?"
"Who really killed Mr. Warren?"
"Eh?"
"Who really did kill him?"
"Why, I'm sure I don't know. I'm trying to find out."
"Oh, pshaw! You can't pull the wool over my eyes! You couldn't have been working on the case this long and not have discovered the—the—malefactor."
"But that's exactly what I have done. Also it's why I rather hoped that you might have a little more information for me."
"Me? Information for you? How wonderful! As if you'd be interested in anything I might know! Although I'm not an absolute fool. Gerald says I am, of course—he's my brother-in-law—but then Gerald isn't anything but an old crab, anyway. Hateful thing! But you don't think I am, do you?"
"No, indeed. Ah, here we are!"
The chocolate fudge sundaes were served, and for a few moments they gave themselves over to the task of enjoying them. It was Evelyn who spoke first.