“What for?”
“Maybe he’ll have a suggestion.”
“Let’s see what the Master has to say, hey?” hissed her assistant. “Well, I won’t wash his feet!”
He leaned on his horn all the way to the foot of the hill.
When Laurel got out of her Austin, Crowe was already bashing Ellery’s door.
“Open up, Queen! What do you lock yourself in for?”
“Mac?” came Ellery’s voice.
“And Laurel,” sang out Laurel.
“Just a minute.”
When he unlocked the front door Ellery looked rumpled and heavy-eyed. “Been taking a nap, and Mrs. Williams must have gone. Come in. You two look like the shank end of a hard day.”