CHAPTER 9Captain Fox got up. “I will probably want to talk to you later, Roger,” he said. He turned to Colonel Primrose. “Are you coming?”
Colonel Primrose moved out from his post at the end of the mantel.
“You’ll want to talk to Mrs. Latham, later, I suppose?” he asked.
I’m sure Captain Fox had entirely forgotten me for the moment. He glanced at me in my informal and anything but glamorous attire—it flashed into my mind that that explained Sergeant Buck’s sudden tolerance—and said, “Do you live around here, Mrs. Latham?”
“She’s staying with me,” Jerry put in quickly.
“Then I’ll see you later, Mrs. Latham.”
He went out with Colonel Primrose, the sergeant executing a sharp movement to close files behind. The front door opened, and closed, and silence fell on the house again. It was on
