“Thank you. Just to tie all of the bows, where were you yesterday? Late afternoon and into the evening?”
“Yesterday? Why?”
“Humor me.”
“I was…” She put her brain on it. “Here.” She reconsidered, then nodded her agreement. “Here. I didn't go anywhere at all yesterday.”
“Rudy can vouch for you?”
“My chauffeur?”
“And valet,” I added.
She gave me a twisted look, frowned, apparently decided I wasn't worth the argument, and turned her thoughts to the question. “No, Rudy can't vouch for me. He was off. My maid was here. If necessary she can, what's the phrase, 'Give me an alibi'. Why do I need one for yesterday?”
I considered again my rule about not handing out information. If she was innocent of the diabolical doings at her circus, and it was certainly possible she was, she had a right t
