"What time did you get here?"
"Just before eight. I had an appointment--with Miss Hendricks."
"Yeah?" He whirled toward Laurie. "And what time did you get here?"
"It was five minutes past eight, Sergeant," she lied calmly. "I know
because I was a few minutes late and I checked my watch."
The sergeant glared at her suspiciously, then swung back to me.
"You've been here since then? The two of you?"
"That's right," I said, wondering at the smoothness of Laurie's lie.
"Now maybe you'll tell me what this has to do with--Miss Worthington."
His small hard eyes snapped with something like pleasure. "She was
murdered, professor. That's all."