“Sadie told me she went into the office for her drawing pads.”

“She lied to you because she was frightened,” Walter said, his voice dropping an octave into his low command tone.

“She didn’t go in there for paper.”

“Then what did she go in for?”

“She went in there because she heard Trevor practicing,” Walter said.

He took a small spiral notepad out of his coat pocket and turned to a page full of his neat, squared-off handwriting.

“I took Mary Bennett’s statement at seven thirty this morning,” Walter said.