“How about that second letter?” Sellers asked.
Belder said nervously, “I intended to tell you about that a little later, Sergeant. I just wanted a little while to think it over.”
“You’ve thought it over now,” Sellers said.
Belder nodded.
“And what was there you wanted to think over?”
“Nothing. That is, in the sense that you mean.”
“Shouldn’t have taken you long to think it over, then.”
Belder cleared his throat, “A young woman whom I used to know, named Dolly Cornish, called on me. She was glad to see me. I was glad to see her. I hadn’t seen her for a long time. She looked me up when she came to town, got my address out of the telephone book. She had no means of knowing I was still married.”
“What do you mean, ‘still’?”
“Well, I went with her for a while, and then — well, then I got married.”