Anderson stirred restlessly in his chair. "You like Sutton?" he asked. "Like him personally?"
"I do," said Adams.
"Adams," said Anderson, "I've been wondering. It's a thing that struck me funny from the first."
"Yes, what is it?"
"You knew Sutton was coming back. Knew almost to the minute when he would arrive. And you set a mousetrap for him. How come?"
"Just a hunch," said Adams.
For a long moment all four of them sat looking at him. Then they saw he meant to say no more. They rose to leave the room.
XI
Across the room a woman's laughter floated, sharp-edged with excitement.
The lights changed from the dusk-blue of April to the purple-gray of madness and the room was another world that floated in a hush that was not exactly silence. Perfume came down a breeze that touched the cheek with ice…perfume that called to mind black orchids in an outland of breathless terror.