I said, “I’m not going into it blind.”
“I went into it blind for you.”
“Is it Crumweather?” I asked.
She gave a quick start when I mentioned his name, then shifted her eyes and didn’t look at me for five or ten seconds. She was staring down at the illuminated dials on the dashboard of the car. “All right,” she said after a while. “Let’s say it’s Crumweather.”
“What about him?”
She said, “That business with Alta Ashbury was all planted. They intended to sell her two-thirds of the letters. The other one-third that had all the damaging things in them was to go to Crumweather.”
“What was he going to do with them?”
“He was going to make Alta Ashbury kick through with everything he needed to get Lasster acquitted.”
“You know about him?”
“Of course.”