face, instead of something cute and indeterminate. She had a real mouth with real teethâstrong, white onesâ and real eyes with real eyebrows. She was herself. It takes a certain amount of guts, these days. But it was no time to stand gawking at handsome ladies.
âMurderer?â I said sharply. âWhoâs a murderer? You canât pin anything like that on me!â I whirled on Crowell. âListen, what kind of an identification do you call this? Iâve got a right to a proper line-upââ
âIâm trying very hard to protect your rights, Mr. Peters,â the white-haired man told me. âI asked you to go into the other office, remember? You refused.â He turned to the newcomers. âYouâre sure, Mrs. Rosten?â
âQuite sure.â
âAnd you, Mr. Rosten?â
The man hesitated. Heâd been at the pool, too; a dark, well-built chap with gray at the temples, very distinguished in appearance. Like the woman, he had the smooth rich tan you get by working at that and not much else. He also had the air of a man whoâd achieved nothing in life except marrying money.
âIâI donât really know,â he said.
âOf course you do, Louis,â he was told by his wife. âWhy, thereâs no possible doubt. Thatâs the man!â
âI was looking the other way,â he said uncertainly. âAlso, I was freezing. I was just vaguely aware that Teddy had gone over to get a light from somebody walking byââ
âVaguely!â she snapped. âWell, thatâs typical!â
He flushed, drew himself up, and turned stiffly to Crowell. âIâm afraid I canât help you, officer. As I told you before, I never got a good look at him. I donât think Billy did, either. He was still in the pool, showing off the stroke that brought victory to dear old Whatsis only a few years back.â
âBilly?â Crowell consulted a notebook. âThat would be Mr. William Orcutt, the other ladyâs escort?â
âYes, I told you. Heâs a local boyâthe Annapolis Orcutts, you know. As a matter of fact, heâs my wifeâs nephew. We drafted him to entertain our little visitor for the evening. We had dinner at home, and then some vigorous person suggested a swimââ
âYou did, Louis,â Mrs. Rosten said.
âI did not, my dear. I thought it was a ridiculous idea, considering the weather, but I was out-votedâAnyway, Sergeant, our pool has been drained, so we came to the motel, changed in Teddyâs room, and exposed ourselves to the elements briefly. Then the kids jumped into their clothes and went on to some fascinating place Billy knew aboutâunfortunately, Iâve forgotten the name. We dressed more slowly and called home for a car, but if it ever arrived, it got lost in the confusion. Maybe you know something about it?â
âIâll check. Donât worry about it, sir. Weâll see that you get home all right.â
Mrs. Rosten said, âI suppose youâll want a statement or something. Iâll be glad to sign it; but would you mind terribly if we got started on it?â
âRight away, maâam. Iââ He stopped, as the young policeman whoâd brought in the Rostens came back into the office. âWhat is it, Egan?â
Egan stepped up and whispered something in Crowellâs ear. Crowell nodded.
âExcuse me, maâam,â he said to Mrs. Rosten, and he turned to me. âThis wayââ
I trotted out my Petroni act. He paid no attention to it, but marched me back down a hall to a smaller room that looked like a waiting room with wooden chairs set along the walls. The room was empty, which surprised me. Iâd expected another confrontation. Crowell gestured towards a chair and we sat down facing a door that had opaque glass in the upper half. At least it was opaque from our side. This made more