He pulled up the chair again and sat down. “Was he in the main cabin when you saw him?” he said abruptly.
She said, “Yes.”
Fenner nodded, as if he expected that. “They’ve taken him away now,” he said. “I don’t know why they did that, because if they wanted a fall-guy you’d’ve been it. Either you killed him and tossed him overboard, or you didn’t and the killer came back for some reason or other and took him away. Maybe you tossed him overboard.”
Glorie showed her long arms. “Do you think I could do it? He was big.”
Fenner thought of the almost perpendicular stairs leading into the cabin, and shook his head. “No,” he said. “I guess that’s right.”
The color came back to her face and she didn’t look so drawn. She said, “If they hid him away, no one will know he’s dead, will they?”
Fenner yawned. “That’s right,” he said.
She curled down in the bed, pulling the pillow off the bolster. “Don’t you think I look snug?” she said, her eyes getting flirtatious again.
“Those comic things I found in Thayler’s cabin. Did he use them on you?” Fenner said gently.
“I don’t know. I didn’t know him very well.” She had hitched up the sheet so that he couldn’t see her face.