"Why will he know all about it?"
"Because he was with Clay. He's the man the paper says the police are looking for—the man with Clay when it happened."
Her father's eyes lit. "That's good guessing, Bee."
It was her fiancé's man who answered the girl's call. She learned that
Clarendon was still in his room.
"He's quite sick this morning, Miss," the valet added.
"Tell him I want to talk with him. It's important."
"I don't think, Miss, that he's able—"
"Will you please tell him what I say?"
Presently the voice of Bromfield, thin and worried, came to her over the wire. "I'm ill, Bee. Absolutely done up. I—I can't talk."
"Tell me about Clay Lindsay. Were you with him when—when it happened?"