“Certainly,” Ethel Cartwright returned.
At the door Taylor beckoned to Duncan and spoke in a whisper. “Get outside in the corridor and if they try to leave, stop ’em. And I shall want to know what they’ve been talking about. Understand?”
“Sure, Chief,” Duncan returned.
When both men had gone from the room Amy clung half-hysterically to her strong, calm sister. “Oh, Ethel, they know, they know!”
“Know what?” Ethel asked, amazed at the change in the other.
“That man suspects,” Amy whispered. “I know he does. Did you see how he glared at me and the way he spoke?”
“Suspects what?” Ethel asked. “Amy, what do you mean? What is there to suspect?”
“Don’t let them take me away!” the younger sister wailed. “Oh, don’t, don’t!”
Ethel drew back a step and looked into the trembling Amy’s tear-stained face.
“What is this you are saying?” she asked sharply.