I shrugged. “What’s there to talk about ?”
“Will it be all right?”
Again I shrugged. “I don’t know,” I said, “I’ve been puzzling my brains. I can’t see how we can worry Spencer. After all, we have no proof and we don’t seem to be getting anywhere. Somehow, I reckon it would be as well to leave the thing alone. How do you feel about it?”
She frowned a little. “I’m afraid we won’t get away with it as easily as all that. You see, there’s a lot you don’t know about it all, and I’m scared sick that you’re going to get yourself involved more than you think.”
I lit a cigarette. “Tell me,” I said, getting up to take the tray and to give her a cigarette also.
She relaxed back on the pillows. “It all begins some time ago,” she said. “I think I know who your mysterious lady is.”
I sat up. “You do?” I said.
She nodded. “Yes, I think it’s Sarah Spencer, Lu’s wife.”
“Well, for Pete’s sake.”
“It fits, once you know the inside story. You see, I was Mr. Spencer’s private secretary, and I used to spend a good bit of my time at his house. He worked late and he liked to have me around to straighten things out for him. Sarah Spencer was around a lot and I was always running into her. Spencer is crazy about her, but she two-times him from morning till night. How it is he hasn’t got wise to her beats me. You see, I do know that Vessi was one of her boy friends.”