“Let’s see if he avoids me in person,” said Myrtle. She rang the doorbell numerous times in a row and called out in a peremptory manner, “Nash! Answer the door so we can clear up this matter of whether you’re all right or not.”
There was no response.
Miles said slowly, “It is rather hard for someone to ignore consistently ringing doorbells.” He gave Myrtle a meaningful expression that harkened back to their earlier conversation about second bodies. “Perhaps we should call the police.”
Belinda turned pink. “The police will think I’m wasting their time, won’t they? Won’t they be working on the case?”
Myrtle said, “Then we’ll go inside ourselves. Have you checked the door to see if it’s locked?”
Belinda shook her head.
“Miles, perhaps you should go inside first in case Nash is in a
