“She didn’t like that?”
“Oh, she got married herself within a week or two.”
“But she didn’t like it when you got married?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t ask her.”
Sellers took the cigar from his mouth. His eyes bored into Belder’s. “Answer questions and quit beating around the bush.”
Belder said, “No. She didn’t like it.”
“Had you seen her since then?”
“Not until she came here.”
“Why did she come?”
“She’d left her husband. She — well, she wanted to see me.”