“Oh,” she said casually, “that’s one of those love, murder and suicide things. I remember seeing the headlines.”
“You didn’t read the article?”
“No.”
“Some folks from Colorado,” I said. “I believe the man’s name was Stanwick Carlton — no, wait a minute, the man who was killed was Dover Fulton. He’s from San Robles. Stanwick Carlton is the husband of the girl who was killed in the tragedy — Minerva, I believe her name was.”
Mrs. Jasper nodded absently and said, “I’d like very much to have you get in touch with the insurance company. Ask for Mr. Smith and get him to give you his version of what happened. Then I’d like to know just what he tells you. Do you suppose you could get in touch with me and let me know?”
“I might.”
“I’d really appreciate it. So you’re a writer. What do you write?”
“Oh, all sorts of things.”
“Under your own name?”
“No, mostly under pen names and sometimes anonymously.”