Kennedy had arisen to go, but turned curiously when he heard the sweet voice from without.
"Only a moment, Mr. Shagarach."
The lawyer stepped out and conferred with her. She had run down in her lunch hour, full of a new project which she burned to carry out, but like everything else, she had thought it best first to submit it to Shagarach. His approval was given coolly, she thought.
"Some one of the park policemen may have seen him."
"Possibly."
"If not, how can you explain those four hours of forgetfulness—I mean, of course, to the satisfaction of a jury?"
"It is not unprecedented. I have an explanation, or the germ of one. However, pursue your inquiries. They may prove of value. And, when you visit Floyd, occasionally wear a water lily."
"Why?"
"It was the flower he brought you that evening."
Emily caught the impertinent stare of the manikin within just as she was turning to leave.