“I don’t know. She’s locked in.”
The lawyer looked at him: “So she locked you out? When?”
“Last night.”
“Wouldn’t she make up?”
“No.”
“Well, we’ll have to fix it——”
There was a silence; then the short, fat attorney took hold of Carter’s arm and spoke close to his ear:
“Get this right! When she unlocks that door to come out, you came out with her!”
“You saw me,” nodded Carter.
They began to prowl around the apartment. In the kitchen the lawyer whispered: “She must have some kind of a maid that comes by the day.”