By the time they reached the others Allen had recovered himself. He nodded pleasantly to Bernard and smiled toward Anita, who frowned sulkily in response.
“Now,” said Landis when they were seated, “I want you to advise Miss Harrison to tell us the whole truth about what she did and where she went tonight in the hour before her father was murdered. Otherwise we’re going to lock her up, Allen.”
Allen smiled at Anita.
“I don’t know what the hell you’re doing down here in that rig,” he said, “but you’d better ’fess up, old girl. Tell ’em everything.”
Anita flung him a mutinous glance. But she had a feeling that Landis would keep his threat about the patrol wagon.
With a sudden change of front she leaned her head back and glanced from Landis to Bernard under lowered lashes.
“All right,” she said lightly. “I don’t mind telling you in the least, if you insist on prying!”
“Proceed,” encouraged Bernard dryly.