The girl was beginning to look suspiciously at Karen and
Mrs. Jarrett. Getting ready to toss Pierre to the wolves if her father
were in danger, Rand suspected. He hastened to reassure her.
"Rivers was still alive when your father reached home, last evening," he
told her. "That's been established."
She breathed her obvious relief. If Gresham had left home after Rand's
departure with Philip Cabot, she didn't know it.
Karen, on the other hand, was growing more and more worried.
"Look, Colonel," she began. "They didn't just pull Pierre's name out of a
hat. They must have had something to suspect him about."
"Yes. You shouldn't have lied to McKenna. He checked up on your story;
the woman across the street told him about seeing Pierre leave here a
little before eleven and come back about half an hour later."
"I was afraid of that," Karen said. "I forgot all about that old hag.
There's nothing that can go on around here that she doesn't know about;
Pierre calls her Mrs. G2."
"And then," Rand continued, "McKenna claims that a car like Pierre's was
seen parked in Rivers's drive about the time Pierre was away from here."
Mrs. Jarrett moaned softly; her face, already haggard, became positively
ghastly.
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