“Why?”
“Can’t you understand? There are a lot of angles to this thing. The police might make things unpleasant for Mrs. Cornish.”
“Why?”
“My God, can’t you get the picture? My wife probably— We’ll have to protect Dolly?”
“Why?”
“Damn it, can’t you say anything at all except ‘why’?”
“Not now.”
Belder thought that over.
Bertha, expecting Frank Sellers to interrupt the conversation, asked, “What about Sally? How did she die? Was it an accident? Was she killed, or—”
“It may have been an accident.”