Landis shook his head and started for the door.
“I’ll phone for a patrol wagon,” he said to Bernard. “Better call Miss Mount and have her see that Miss Harrison is dressed when it gets here. Otherwise she’ll go in a blanket!”
“Wait!” cried Anita. As he turned slowly back to the fire she added, sullenly: “I’ll tell you the truth.”
“You’ve wasted enough time about it! Go on, where were you when Susan screamed?”
“I was in Fred’s room, talking to him.”
“Fred Allen?”
She nodded.
“All right,” said Landis. He turned back through the curtains, went into his own room and the adjoining bathroom to Allen’s room beyond, where he switched on the lights. Allen stared up at him drowsily.
“What’s the matter?”