“He thinks you’re a detective.”
“Even a dumbbell gets a good idea once in a while.”
“Mrs. Cool, may I ask exactly what you want?”
“Sure,” Bertha Cool said. “Close the door. Sit down, take a load off your feet. Tell me about Everett Belder.”
“I don’t care to discuss Mr. Belder.”
“Tell me about his wife.”
“I understand she was asphyxiated.”
“That’s right.”
“I never met the woman in my life.”
“She’s got a letter about you,” Bertha said.