His eyes rested on her for an instant. “Oh,” he said. “We’re back on that, are we? You never give up trying, do you, Mrs. Latham? But I’m not interested. All Susan has to do is tell the truth for a change. Captain Lamb’s on his way in here now. Maybe you’d better leave your apron on. It makes you look domestic, whether you are or not.”
Her hand moved slowly from the sink and pulled at the big blue checked bow behind her. “I don’t want to look like anything I’m not,” she said. She reached for my arm to steady herself. “I’ve already told them the truth. As much as I could . . . as much as had anything to do with this. I can’t tell them any more.”
I heard Captain Lamb at the front door. Susan’s fingers tightened on my arm for a moment before she raised her chin, went forward past Bill in th
