“Step into the billiard-room and hear it from her lips then! Incidentally, unless you want her indicted for murder you’d better admit that she was here—if she was here.”
Allen hesitated, staring at Landis.
“She was here,” he said at last. “What does that prove?”
“Here in your bedroom?”
“Yes. We’re old pals, you know.”
“With you getting into your underwear in the bathroom and the door open between? Very old pals, eh?”
Allen remained silent and motionless, staring at Landis, who sensed that, for all his lesser bulk, the man was far more dangerous at this moment than Russell would ever be.
“What do you mean by that?” asked Allen softly.
Landis turned his back.
“Follow me to the billiard-room, please!” He walked out but heard Allen behind him.