We retreated to the car parked outside the hotel, sharing the feeling that we had met a minor defeat in a campaign. We climbed in and sat a few minutes before heading elsewhere. Rogers finally summed the thing up.
“Her trouble, Joe, is that she doesn’t know what Harry Byers told us. If she did she’d probably agree with him.”
“Then there’s no collusion so far in their statements, or they would have had that point ironed out in advance.”
“Yes, probably.”
“More probably, don’t you think, Hunt, it was Lambert she saw? And the old man lied about where he went that night?”
“I wouldn’t know,” he said with a sigh that seemed to dismiss the person of Vivian Ellis completely. “Let’s go and see if we can find anything at Foster’s shack that’s been overlooked.”
The body had been removed from the
