"Then take a chair," urged Pringle. "That one over there is comfortable. We will talk a bit."
"I'm afraid we can't. The trip was just a little rough."
"You're an ungracious young lady," Pringle said, and his words were halfway between jest and anger.
"I'm a tired young lady."
Pringle walked to a wall, flipped up toggles. Lights sprang into being.
"The bedrooms are up the stairs," he said. "Off the balcony. Case and I have the first and second to the left. You may have your pick from any of the rest."
He moved forward to lead them up the stairs. But Case spoke up and Pringle stopped and waited, one hand on tie lower curve of the stair rail.
"Mr. Sutton," said Case, "it seems to me I have heard your name somewhere."
"I don't think so," said Sutton. "I'm a most unimportant person."
"But you killed Benton."