programs from Fort Worth and Kansas City to-night; and you'll find that tune on one of them. And when they played it, Ket was still in the room with me!"
Calvin silently escorted her to the door where newspaper men questioned him and flashlights flared. He learned that the policewoman, whom he had summoned, was on the way; and personally he took Joan Daisy up to her apartment.
"I am sending you to a hotel in charge of a Mrs. Hoswick, whom I know very well," he announced. "You had better collect such articles as you will need for a day or two."
"You mean," asked Joan Daisy—she had ceased to hum—"you're arresting me for—for a part in killing Adele?"
"Not arresting," Calvin denied. "You will be held; that's all."
"What's the difference?"
"There will be no charge lodged against you, yet; and you will merely be kept in the care of Mrs. Hoswick at a hotel."
"Why?"
"Why?" repeated Calvin, nettling. "Because it is perfectly plain you know more about this murder than you have yet told; and we mean to get it out of you."
"I have told you," said Joan Daisy, "the whole truth now. The truth! The truth!"
"Do you want," asked Calvin, "to speak to your parents before you go?"
"What time is it?"
"Half past two."
"Maybe I can wake one of them."
She retreated, backing from him until she reached the door to the passage where she turned and slipped away; but, probably for the sake of the light from the front
