Mrs. Brenner closed her hands tightly, the interlaced ringers locking themselves.
"Oh, about forty minutes ago, I guess it was. Wasn't it, Olga?" Mart said carelessly.
"Yes." Her voice was a breath.
"Was your boy out to-day?"
Mart looked at his wife. "I dunno."
Munn's glance came to the wife.
"Yes."
"How long ago did he come in?"
"About an hour ago." Her voice was flat and lifeless.
"And where had he been?" Munn's tone was gentle but insistent.