“All right, now we have got that ironed out, suppose we begin at the beginning?”
“I want to ask you something first,” she said. “Why did you come to Crestways, asking for me? Why did you go and talk to Dr. Bewley? Has anyone hired you to find out what I have been doing?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Who?”
“Your sister, Janet,” I told her.
If I had hit her across the face she wouldn’t have reacted more violently. She reared back in the seat as if she had trodden on a snake, making the swing rock violently.
“Janet?” The word came out in a horrified whisper. “But Janet’s dead. What do you mean? How can you say such a thing!”
I took out my wallet, found Janet’s letter and held it out to her.
“Read this.”
“What is it?” she asked, and seemed afraid to look at it.