“Good morning,” said Phillida with a cool upward inflection meaning: What do you want?
“Sorry, you’ll have to come with me,” said Larry.
Her eyebrows went up. “What do you mean?” she demanded.
“You’re under arrest,” said Larry bluntly.
Phillida blenched a little, and put her hand back of her against the wall. But this was far from satisfying Larry’s longing to humiliate her. Her eyes never quailed. The queer-looking woman in the red dress who had come clumsily running down after her, was making a picture of dismay and horror a few steps higher up. But she seemed to be enjoying it in her way.
“I thought that matter was settled,” said Phillida firmly.
“New evidence has turned up.”
“What sort of evidence?”
“The key with which you entered the man’s room has been found. Also the locksmi
