“No?” Bernard inquired.
This time she looked frightened.
“You don’t mean you think it was somebody in the house!”
“No,” lied the old detective gallantly, “we don’t. We want to know what you think, d’you see? Did anyone telephone you here at the house yesterday or today?”
She shook her head in bewilderment.
“No one.”
“Then do you know of any middle-aged to elderly man who might try to telephone to you here?”
Ethel Graham laughed mischievously.
“I was on the stage for a while in New York,” she explained. “One way and another I met rather a lot of middle-aged to elderly men who might try to telephone me—if they knew my married name.”