Markham ignored this question.
“You were well acquainted with Mr. Benson, I believe?”
“The finding of my hand-bag and gloves in his apartment might lead one to assume as much, mightn’t it?” she parried.
“He was, in fact, much interested in you?” persisted Markham.
She made a moue, and sighed.
“Alas, yes! Too much for my peace of mind. . . . Have I been brought here to discuss the attentions this gentleman paid me?”
Again Markham ignored her query.
“Where were you, Miss St. Clair, between the time you left the Marseilles at midnight and the time you arrived home—which, I understand, was after one o’clock?”
“You are simply wonderful!” she exclaimed. “You seem to know everything. . . . Well, I can only say that during that time I was on my way home.”
“Did it take you an hour to go from Fortieth Street to Eighty-first and Riverside Drive?”