“God, no.”
“Then why did you kill Ufferlitz?”
She was an actress. She sat and looked at him, without any exaggerated response.
“This should be good,” she said. “Go on.”
“By the way,” he said, “did you hear the news a little while ago? On the radio?”
“I heard some of it.”
“Did you hear about Orlando Flane bumping himself off?”
“Yes. Did I do that too?”
“I don’t know. Can you think of any reason why he should kill himself?”
“Several. And he’s all of them. He was a bastard from away back. And he was pretty well washed up in this town. He didn’t have anything to live for for months, except Ufferlitz almost gave him a break.”