“This was last night?”
“Yes.”
“What time?”
“Around eight o’clock. We had dinner early with Helen and Walt Goidell, and when we got home Uncle Dan was there waiting for us.”
“Where’s home?”
“Our apartment on Seventy-ninth Street. He spoke to me alone first, and then insisted I had to ask Bill.”
“And Bill turned him down flat?”
“Of course he did!”
“Bill didn’t see him alone later?”
“Of course not!”