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“Sure,” he said. “You was sitting in the library.”
“Of course. Riley—Mr. Drew has been murdered.”
“Murdered! He can’t be. I was just talkin’ to him.”
I told him of the events since his call at the Drew house, and repeated the lame story of my actions following my discovery of the crime. He made no comment.
“How about you?” he said, turning to Parker.
“I met this young man by chance,” Parker told him. “I was on my way to Mr. Drew’s house, where I had been invited for dinner, and I became confused in the fog.”
Riley shook his head.
“I don’t mind sayin’ you both sound fishy to me,” he remarked. “We’ll go back to the house. You lads follow me—wait a bit. Second thoughts is best. You lead the way.”
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