Jerry looked down and then suddenly up at me. “Seen Dot recently, Steve?”
I nodded.
“She still thinks it was me?”
I had to nod again.
“You’ve seen her since—” his voice hardened and he finished, “the Scofield bump off?”
“Yes.”
“That was me, too?”
“She thinks, you see,” I said, “you’re no longer yourself.”
“Kind of her,” said he. “Very. Well, I’d gathered as much from the papers. I don’t blame her. Where were we?”
“He’d got the necklace.”