‘It would be about half past ten. I don’t remember to the minute.’
‘That’s swell,’ I said sarcastically. ‘So Betillo was telling the truth and Perelli was lying.’
She didn’t say anything.
I guess he didn’t want Myra to know what he was up to,’ I said, and shook my head. ‘He must have gambled on Betillo backing up his story. You may have to be a witness, Lola. He’s got to have an alibi.’
‘I don’t care.’ she said, shrugging, ‘but she will. I know her type. She thinks once a man falls in love with her he’s hers for keeps. It doesn’t work out that way.’
I took out a hundred-dollar bill.
I owe you this for spoiling that sheet of yours. Keep your mouth shut about Perelli, Lola. I’ll tell you if we want you at the trial.’
She took the bill, folded it and pushed it down the top of her stocking.
‘What pigs men are.’ she said, and threw the half-smoked cigarette contemptuously into the fireplace.