“Permit me. What were Miss Lauck’s words?”
“She just said she forgot, she had some loot—”
“No. Please. What did she say? Her exact words.”
The blonde stared at him. “Well, if I can. She said, let’s see: ‘Oh, I forgot, girls, I’ve got some loot. Swiped it as clean as a whistle.’ While she was saying that she was pulling the box from under the coat—”
“Where was the coat?”
“It was her coat, lying on the table.”
“Where were you?”
“Me? I was right there, standing there. She was sitting on the table.”
“Where was Miss Frost?”
“She was — she was across by the mirror, fixing her hair. Weren’t you, Helen?”