“When did it first come up?” Colonel Primrose asked.
Jerry looked at me. “It was the night I stopped by your house on my way home from the office, Grace.”
“What office?” Colonel Primrose asked.
“Where my job is,” Jerry said. She said it as if he ought naturally to have known she had one. “You see the stock doesn’t pay but two per cent, and my kid brother’s at St. Paul’s, and Karen’s house costs more to keep up than we’d planned.”
“I see,” Colonel Primrose said. He blew out a rather ironical trail of blue smoke. “Go on.”
“That’s all, really.”
“But you haven’t answered my question. What day was it you were at Mrs. Latham’s?”
“It seems years ago now.” She looked across at me. “I guess it was Monday night. This is Friday, isn’t it? Karen came in after dinner and stayed in the library a
