“You start in, Mrs. Satterlee. What did you do last night?”
The question was so unexpected to all that they looked at Griselda, and she said nothing. She simply didn’t understand.
Captain Thusby barked more sharply. “Go on. What did you do last night? Where’d you go? Who’d you see? Don’t try to think up any fancy way to say it. Vinnie’s going to write it down and he don’t spell very fast.”
It was simply absurd to sit there, holding her bag damply in her hands, unable to say one word. Save for burning the letter, she hadn’t done anything that couldn’t be repeated to the police chief and the entire roomful. It was nothing but a bad case of stage fright, looking into eyes whichever way she turned.
Thusby spoke to his pipe in exasperation. “Mrs. Satterlee, don’t you know what you did last
