“Not that wife.”
“Oh-oh! You’ve married again, eh?”
“Yes.”
“Puts you in something of a predicament, doesn’t it?”
“Predicament is no name for it.”
I said, “It sounds interesting. Let’s hear some more.”
“Edna left me and came to New Orleans. I divorced her and got an interlocutory decree. Those things take time. Love doesn’t wait. I met my present wife. We went to Mexico and got married. We should have waited for the final decree. It’s one hell of a mess.”
“Does your present wife know?”
“No. She’d hit the ceiling if she even suspected. If Goldring did serve the wrong woman-well, you know something about the case. What is it?”
“Nothing that would help you.”