“Go home. Or get me a cab.”
She was bewildered. “Aren’t you taking the case?”
“I can’t waste my time on idiots.”
“Meaning me?”
“Not meaning you.”
“But we found out something,” she said eagerly. “He admitted it. You heard him. A ‘ghost,’ he said. A ‘certain somebody’ ― I heard that on my way out. I wasn’t being delirious, Ellery. Roger thinks Daddy was deliberately shocked to death, too. And, what’s more, he knows what the dog meant―”
“Not necessarily,” grunted Ellery. “That’s the trouble with you amateurs. Always jumping to conclusions. Anyway, it’s too impossible. You can’t get anywhere without Priam, and Priam isn’t budging.”
“It’s Delia,” said Laurel, “isn’t it?”
“Delia? You mean Mrs. Priam? Rubbish.”
“Don’t tell me about Delia,” said Laurel. “Or about men, either. She’s catnip for anything in pants.”