Cleaver nodded slowly. “I can’t see any particular point in denying it. . . . Yes, that’s the reason.”
“What did this man say to you?”
“Damn little. He said ‘Hello,’ and when I asked to speak to Miss Odell, he informed me she wasn’t in, and hung up.”
Vance addressed himself to Markham.
“That, I think, explains Jessup’s report of the brief phone call to the Odell apartment at twenty minutes to twelve.”
“Probably.” Markham spoke without interest. He was intent on Cleaver’s account of what happened later, and he took up the interrogation at the point where Vance had interrupted.
“You say you listened at the apartment door. What caused you to refrain from ringing?”
“I heard a man’s voice inside.”
Markham straightened up.
“A man’s voice? You’re sure?”