“Yes, I do deny it. I belong to no crowd, unless you mean my political party. I have heard gossip, a good many people have—”
“Do you deny—”
“Don’t, May,” commanded June, taking over. “What’s the use?” Her eyes darted to Skinner again. “You stated that you have evidence that my brother was murdered. What is the evidence?”
“I’ll tell you that shortly, Mrs. Dunn. Before it can be known exactly what the evidence means it will be necessary to ask for a little information from you. That’s why—”
“May I ask a question?” came from Glenn Prescott.
“Certainly.” Skinner nodded at his professional brother. “I’m glad you’re here, Prescott. Not that I propose to give Mrs. Dunn any reason to consult an attorney, but I’m glad you’re here, anyway.”
“So am I,” said Prescott succinctly. “For one thing, if there was a murder, it was in Rockland County, wasn’t it?”
“Yes.” Skinner turned abruptly to indicate the bony undersized person with the straw hat still in his hand. “This is Mr. B. A. Regan, district attorney of Rockland County. Mr. Regan, of course you’ve heard of Glenn Prescott, of Dunwoodie, Prescott & Davis.”
“Sure I have,” Mr. Regan declared. “It’s a pleasure.”
Prescott nodded curtly. “I see.”