Colonel Primrose’s black eyes rested on Kaye Gorman’s blue eyes with a kind of placid but steady wariness.
“I see,” he said. “By the way, Mrs. Gorman, didn’t you tell Mr. Hogan here that you went to bed early—around one-thirty o’clock—Monday night, when Cromwell was killed?”
“Yes. I told him that. I did go to bed early. I don’t know whether it was one or not, but it wasn’t two. Dex brought me home from here. I was a little vague about time. You know how it is after you’ve met a lot of old friends and had a drink with each of them.”
There was no change in her hard voice, but she smiled a little.
Colonel Primrose did not smile. “You weren’t present, then, when Mr. Bonner here had his little set-to with Cromwell?”
A sharp note came into her voice instantly.
“No—I wasn’t! Does anybody sa
