He was at home on Tuesday night.”

“He was not at home, and you know it,” I said.

“He was with you,” Arthur said, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper.

“That is what you are going to tell the grand jury.

If you don’t, you are the one putting him in a cell.”

“I am not lying for him,” I said.

“He is your brother,” Arthur said, his voice rising enough to make Mrs.

Gable shift her weight on the balcony above us.