I don’t know how late I should have slept the next morning if I hadn’t been waked by something touching me. I opened my eyes to see Judy sitting cross-legged on the foot of my bed.
Her wide-set gray eyes met mine gravely. “—What happened to Clem?”
I sat up.
“I don’t know. He told Colonel Primrose he came out to break Dex’s neck, and the District Attorney overheard him.”
She twisted her handkerchief into a tight string and let it unroll.
“Judy,” I said. “I don’t want to pry into your affairs, but I would like to know why you allowed Dex Cromwell to come out here with you, when you’d agreed not to? It doesn’t sound like you, some way.”
The color rose slowly in her cheeks.
“He didn’t come with me. I didn’t know he was coming. He was here when I got here—he drove out before I left, and
