“Murdered!”
“Yes.”
First one shoe fell from Josephine Dell’s arms; then the second one thudded to the floor. “Murdered! An hour and a half ago. How did it happen?”
“I don’t know,” Bertha said. “But he went out to call on your friend, the blind man. Does that mean anything to you?”
“Yes, I can understand that. I told Mr. Bollman I was afraid the light had changed just as I started across the street. He said he could get a witness to testify that he heard the noise of the accident and the sound of brakes being applied before the signal rang. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I can appreciate now that the witness must have been that blind man. He’s a dear — always so sweet and cheerful. I sent him a little present. You’re certain Mr. Bollman was murdered?”
“Yes. He was killed when he went to call on the blind man.”
“Mrs. Cool, are you absolutely certain?”
“Dead certain,” Bertha said. “I discovered the body.”
“Have they caught the man who did it?”
“Not yet.”