“The day of the murder, of course, didn’t I say so?”
“I inferred it,” I replied. “And the name of the lady?”
“Begins with an L ,” said Wetherby, nodding her head several times.
Feeling that I had got to the end of the information Miss Wetherby had to impart, I rose to my feet.
“You won’t let the police cross-question me, will you?” said Miss Wetherby, pathetically, as she clasped my hand in both of hers. “I do shrink from publicity. And to stand up in court!”
“In special cases,” I said, “they let witnesses sit down.”
And I escaped.
There was still Mrs. Price Ridley to see. That lady put me in my place at once.
“I will not be mixed up in any police court business,” she said grimly, after shaking my