“Yes.”
“Where were you when he took your purse?”
“In Jack O’Leary’s Bar down in the Quarter. That was always his regular hangout.”
“And just what did he do?”
She said, “I was telling him that I was tired of the way he did things, that I couldn’t stand that insane jealousy, and that I wasn’t ever going to see him again.
“The bar was crowded. I didn’t know what he’d do, but I did feel that if he tried to pull a gun or make any threats, there were enough people around to grab him before he could do anything. Even if there weren’t, I was just tired of living in perpetual terror of that man. Until he fell in love with me, he was simply wonderful.”
“You met him through Edna?”
“Yes.”
“How did he feel toward Edna?”
“I think he was — well, perhaps, playing around. I think he picked her up there in Jack O’Leary’s Bar, and they were going together for a while; then Edna told him her troubles, and he worked out this scheme by which she could fleece her husband. That must have been it. I can look back now and put two and two together.”