“But what about this murder?”
“What about it?”
“Apparently Carter is the one who was in that room, but he won’t admit anything, and Mrs. Ashbury rushed to the telephone and got a lawyer for him.”
“Who did she get, Crumweather?”
“Yes.”
“Crumweather,” I said, “should put up rather a good fight. They may have a hard time proving the murder.”
“Don’t you think you should get that cleaned up a little more thoroughly?”
“Why should I?” I asked. “It’s a police job. Why should we be interested in it?”
“So that we could see justice done.”
“You’d prefer to have your divorce handled very quietly and without any notoriety, wouldn’t you?”