Little Coquette
““May I know what you think you’re doing in that getup?” he demanded.
“I am endeavoring to discover who murdered Prissie Shepherd,” she said, wrenching her arm free and striding into the parlor. He had to scurry after her to continue his tirade.
“We agreed that I would come to Maddox Street to make those enquiries.”
“No, Beaumont, you agreed; you told me you would do it. I had nothing to say in the matter. I was to sit at home like a good little girl, twiddling my thumbs, until five o’clock in the afternoon, waiting for you to ride up on your white charger. You might as well realize right now that I intend to participate fully in this matter, with or without your so-called assistance.”
“Did I wait until five o’clock to come here? I felt it would take me that long to complete my enquiries.”
“Well, it did not take me that long. Of course, my enquiries did not involve any other activities,” she said with a sharp look.
“What the devil is that supposed to mean?”
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