“No trouble at all,” O’Brien said mildly. “But you’re not getting anything out of me. I’m surprised you haven’t asked why you’re here.”
Into the deep green eyes came an uneasy expression.
“Well, okay: why am I here?”
“Obviously because the cure hasn’t worked. You are still a mental case, Johnny.”
Johnny’s face went white and his eyes glittered.
“Yeah? You don’t scare me. You know damn well you won’t marry Gilda if you try to push me around. The doctors say I’m all right, and I am all right!”
“Then why did you kill Fay Carson?” O’Brien asked. “Not a very good recommendation for your sanity, is it?”
Johnny looked away.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said uneasily.
“Oh, yes, you do. Last night you went to Fay Carson’s apartment and stabbed her with an ice-pick.”