Her hand came in through the crack, her arm nearly up to the elbow.
“Shut it on that,” she said savagely. “Let me in.”
“No, girlie, I—”
“Let me in! Do you want me to yell it for the whole neighborhood—”
“Yell what?”
“There’s been a murder!”
“You mean there will be a murder. Some day—”
“Archie! You damned idiot! I tell you Ann Amory has been murdered! If you don’t—”
There was a noise from Roy at my elbow. I pushed him aside, slipped the chain off, let Lily through, shut the door, and got her by the shoulders, gripping her good.
“Spill it,” I told her. “If you think you’re putting on a charade—”