Millie giggled.
“That is not funny, Millie.” Mrs. Dixon wagged her finger. “It is of the utmost importance to respect your elders.”
“Where’d he go next?” Mrs. Binkley had abandoned the task of eating and was now squarely focused on Millie’s recollections.
“I’m not absolutely sure. The party was becoming rather busy by that time.” Millie looked at the faces around her. “I do remember seeing him go into the cigar room.”
“That’s right. Percy boy helped me pass out tins,” agreed Jeb.
Mrs. Dixon was not satisfied. “But you didn’t see where he went afterward?”
“No.”
“Darling, maybe you should share this with the sergeant?” Mrs. Peabody suggested. “Perhaps Percy told one of those people his plans for after the party?”
“Good idea.”
There was a knock on the door.
“Who would be here at
