"Excuse me," said Kerry, "but didn't I see you somewhere last night?"
"Yes," she said. "I was sitting just inside the door at--"
"Right! I remember," interrupted Kerry. He continued to stare. "Before
you say any more, miss, I have to remind you that I am a police
officer, and that you may be called upon to swear to the truth of any
information you may give me."
"Oh, of course! I know."
"You know? Very well, then; we can get on. Who gave you my address?"
At the question, so abruptly asked, Mollie felt herself blushing
again. It was delightful to know that she could still blush. "Oh--
I . . . that is, I asked Scotland Yard "
She bestowed a swift, half-veiled glance at her interrogator, but he
offered her no help, and:
"They wouldn't tell me," she continued. "So--I had to find out. You
see, I heard you were trying to get information which I thought
perhaps I could give."
"So you went to the trouble to find my private address rather than to
the nearest police station," said Kerry. "Might I ask you from whom
you heard that I wanted this information?"
"Well--it's in the papers, isn't it?"
"It is certainly. But it occurred to me that someone. . . connected
might have told you as well."
"Actually, someone did: Miss Margaret Halley.
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