“What are you getting at?” Mrs. Fulton said.
Sellers cocked a quizzical eyebrow at me.
I said, “You must have had quite a shock last night, Mrs. Fulton. When did you learn your husband was dead?”
“About one o’clock in the morning. The police came and got me out of bed.”
“That’s tough. Of course,” I said, “you thought you had insurance. That must have helped soften the blow.”
“Yes,” she admitted, “I thought I had insurance until I talked with that insurance man. What’s all this about checking up on me?”
“He just wants to know where you were,” Sellers said, grinning. “He’s taking an indirect way of finding out.”
“Where I was! Why, I was home, of course.”
“Anyone else with you?”
“Certainly not. My husband was away. I was there with the children.”