“Where is your car, Delia?”
“I left it in a side lane at the bottom of the hill. Walked up. Ellery, this is a darling kitchen―”
“Discreet,” said Ellery. Fie had not stirred.
“Aren’t you going to ask me in?”
He said slowly, “I don’t think I’m going to.”
Her smile withered. But then it burgeoned again. “Oh, don’t sound so serious. I was passing by and I thought I’d drop in and see how you were getting on―”
“With the case.”
“Of course.” She had dimples. Funny, he had never noticed them before.
“This isn’t a good idea, Delia.”
“What isn’t?”