A knock sounded on the door before Della finished her breakfast the next morning. Nat had gone to the back yard and Winnie was in the sewing room, so she went to the door and opened it. A policeman stood outside.
“Are you Della Etter?”
“I need to talk to you.”
“I don’t have to talk to you.”
“You talk, or I’ll get a search warrant. Is that what you want, the police coming in and going through your things?”
“What do you want?” she asked, stepping back.
“Were you with Reginald Huston at the Puttersville Mine party last night?”
“Did you see Tom Hyers?”
“Did you talk to him?”
“Did Reginald talk to him?”
“I don’t remember.”
“Don’t remember, or won’t say?”
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