“Did your father know you were married?”
“Of course he did,” Anita gasped and again they caught a flash of terror in her eyes.
“A poor lie,” said Bernard, watching Allen, “and a dangerous one. If Harrison had known you were married you would have occupied adjoining bedrooms. ‘You slipped down one week-end when Anita was supposed to be visiting friends!’ What’s more, Allen, your quarrel with Harrison was not over a loan but over marrying Anita, here. Anita and Harrison had a row over that last Sunday when Graham was in the room!”
“He didn’t know!” said Allen coolly.
“Miss Harrison,” said Bernard, “every lie you tell just gets you in deeper.” He turned back to Allen. “Now then, when Landis got Russell and left you alone here tonight, you went for a walk in the sunken garden. Where else did you go?”
“Why ask when I’ve already told you?”
“I won’t ask,” growled Bernard. “I’ll tell you! You went round to the kitchen door and up the back stairs to Anita’s room. There you discussed the situation, decided to lie out of it and arranged to make your stories agree.”
“Lie out of what?” demanded Allen.
“Lie out of Anita’s being in your room!”