The clerk beckoned to me very discreetly as Clem and I came into the lobby of the Washoe an hour later. I went across to the desk.
“The police were here asking about Mrs. Bonner’s car, Mrs. Latham.”
He glanced to the right and left to see that we weren’t being overheard.
“I said you had it up at Tahoe. They said to ask you to bring it around to the station when you came, if you didn’t mind.”
I suppose I looked disturbed in spite of myself, for he added reassuringly, “I’m very confident everything’s quite all right, Mrs. Latham. But I did take the liberty of not mentioning it to Mrs. Bonner when she went out.”
He turned to my room box and brought out a couple of phone call slips and my key and handed, them to me.
“Mrs. Bonner went out with the young lady from Sun Mountain Ranch—Mrs. W
