“You wouldn’t dare!”
“Wouldn’t we? We’ve two separate witnesses who saw you come down the back stairs this evening after six-thirty. You lied to us about that. We find you after that handkerchief. It’s got chalk on it where you rubbed out your finger-prints. You talk or you’re for it!” He glanced at Landis.
“You bet you are!” the younger man confirmed.
The girl stared from one to the other, shivered and hunched down in the big coat.
“I did come down the back stairs this evening,” she admitted. “I didn’t tell you about it because I was afraid you’d think things!”
“What time was that?” asked Bernard.
“About five or ten minutes past seven.”
“See anything or anyone suspicious?”
“Of course not. I would have told you if I had!”