"Then you were at the station," she said. "You must have come from New York, but I tried so hard to get you there. For hours I telephoned and telegraphed. Then I got Hartley. Come away from the trees so we can talk without—without being overheard."
As they moved to the centre of the open space Graham indicated Bobby's evening clothes.
"Why are you dressed like that, Bobby? You did come from town? You can tell us everything you did last night after I left you, and early this morning?"
Bobby shook his head. His answer was reluctant.
"I didn't come from New York just now. I was evidently here last night, and I can't remember, Hartley. I remember scarcely anything."
Graham's face whitened.
"Tell us," he begged.
"You've got to remember!" Katherine cried.
Bobby as minutely as he could recited the few impressions that remained from last night.
When he had finished Graham thought for some time.