“Only about six months.”
“Where were you before?”
“In a real estate office in New York.”
“You didn’t know when you were well off.”
“I thought I’d come out here and get educated.”
“Were you with Byron all that time?”
“No. I started in the stenographic department at MGM. Then an agent took me out of there. Then Mr Ufferlitz took me away from the agent. Now I may have to go on relief with you. I expect Mr Braunberg will tell me.”
The Saint nibbled a fried potato.
“My life with Byron was certainly short and sweet,” he remarked. “What sort of a guy was he really?”
She finished a mouthful carefully before she said, “You must have heard something about him.”