“Why, I telephoned to the company she insured them in.”
“Without consulting your sister?” he asked. His manner, although quick and alert, was friendly. Ethel Cartwright felt he was desirous of helping her, and if Amy seemed nervous, it was her first experience with a man of this type. She had so little experience in relying on herself that this trifling ordeal was magnified into a judicial cross-examination. She determined to help Amy out.
“You must remember,” she said to Taylor, “that I was out of town.”
“Of course!” Amy exclaimed with a show of relief. “How could I consult her when she was in Maine?”
“Were you certain she hadn’t taken her diamonds with her?” he asked.
Amy hesitated for a moment. “I think she must have told me before she left.”
“Hm!” he ejaculated. “You think she did?”
Amy turned to her sister. “Didn’t you tell me, Ethel?”
Miss Cartwright knit her brows in thought. “Perhaps I did,” she admitted.
“But you didn’t telegraph your sister to make sure?” Taylor queried.