“How long before she died?”
“The same day.”
“What had you done to make her want to kill you?”
“Absolutely nothing.”
Bertha said, “Pardon me if I don’t seem interested, dearie, but we hear that so many times.”
“This time it’s the absolute truth.”
“How did you happen to meet her?”
“I didn’t meet her. She called me here at this apartment hotel — and if you’re so interested, that’s why I changed my apartment. I wanted to be under cover so if she did try to do anything violent she couldn’t find me.”
Bertha kept her eyes averted so Mrs. Cornish couldn’t see the glittering, intense interest in them. “Called you on the telephone?”
“Yes.”