18She moved a little as if trying to ease a pain gnawing somewhere inside her.
“The horrible thing was last night,” she said. “I was in a panic when we went over there to Dorothy’s. I was going to try to see Ellery Seymour and explain that I’d made a mistake, and call the whole thing off. I kept trying to catch his eye, or get near enough to him to tell him I wanted to talk to him, but he was always somewhere else with a lot of people around him. Then that woman came, the woman in black, and I heard some one repeat her name. She’d called me up in the afternoon and told me she had something she thought I’d like to know about the way the Stubblefields did business.”
“Bertha Taylor?” I asked. “She’d called you, before the cocktail party?”
She nodded. “I went down there, right away, but she
