“Yes,” she said tensely. “I did tell Dow!”
“Funny he didn’t give Hacklin any description of the man.” The only way to reach her emotions was through her feeling for Lanerd, that was plain as boiled potatoes.
She released my arm. “Perhaps I didn’t—” She pressed finger tips to her temples. “Maybe I was too vague — but, of course, then I didn’t know Roffis had actually been murdered, you see.”
I stared with what I hoped was utter disgust. “You’re content to let it go at that?”
“I don’t want an innocent man to suffer — for a horrible crime like that. But when this — this intruder came in my bedroom—”
“How’d he get in?”
“I don’t know,” she cried. “He must have had a duplicate key. He was in the bedroom when I returned to it, after dinner.”
“You scooted right back to the living-room, asked Roffis to put him out?”
Nikky said sharply, “No, she did not. The man said he was from headquarters. Claimed he’d come to take Miss Millett downtown. He did look like a detective, too.”
I asked what a detective looked like.