Sergeant Sellers interrupted good-naturedly. “I’m giving you a lot of rope, Bertha. Don’t try to tie any fancy knots or you might get tangled up.”
“Was that the law saying something?” Belder asked.
“Yes,” Bertha commented tersely, and stopped there.
Belder said, “I told the officers someone had written a poison-pen letter to my wife. I told them I couldn’t show it to them because you had it. I didn’t tell them specifically why I’d employed you. Just gave them the general picture and skirted around the whole situation very lightly.”
“I see.”
“Now I think we’ve got to show the officers that first letter, Mrs. Cool. It may be connected with Sally’s death. It’s just possible it might have something to do with the case; but that second letter, the one we opened last night, that doesn’t have anything at all to do with the case, and I don’t want the police to know anything about it.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want Dolly Cornish dragged into this.”
“Why?”
“I tell you I don’t want Dolly dragged into it. I don’t want a lot of notoriety for her. That letter makes things sound pretty bad.”