‘Must you say things like that?’ Then, as I didn’t say anything, but looked at her, she went on, ‘You don’t mean she’s really dead?’
‘She’s dead all right. I’ve just been in there. She’s hanging at the back of the bathroom door.’
She gave a little shudder, grimaced, gave another little shudder and reached for the whisky bottle.
‘She was a stupid little fool, but I didn’t think she’d be that stupid. The trouble with her was she couldn’t leave reefers alone.’
‘I guessed that. I could smell the stuff in the room.’ I took out my cigarette case and offered it
She took one and we lit up, then she poured a shot of whisky into her coffee and drank it.
‘Now I’ve got the jitters,’ she confessed. ‘I hate hearing things like that.’
‘Did you see her last night?’
‘Yes; I’m always running into her.’
‘When?’