“Oh. Thanks.” Ellery got out automatically. “Good night.”
Keats failed to drive away. Instead he said, “Isn’t that your phone ringing?”
“Yes. Why doesn’t Mrs. Williams answer it?” Ellery said with irritation. Then he laughed. “She isn’t answering it because I gave her the afternoon off. I’d better go in.”
“Wait.” Keats turned his motor off and vaulted to the road. “Maybe it’s my office. I told them I might be here.”
Ellery unlocked the front door and went in. Keats straddled the threshold.
“Hello?”
Keats saw him stiffen.
“Yes, Delia.”
Ellery listened in silence. Keats heard the vibration of the throaty tones, faint and warm and humid.
“Keats is with me now. Hide it till we get there, Delia. We’ll be right over.”