“Got her?”
“No. She didn’t answer.”
“She answered the wire?”
“That afternoon. I got the hotel to cash it and took a late train to Shreveport.”
The waiter came and cleared away the dishes, brought the ice cream and coffee.
“Can you trust Edna?” I asked.
“I used to think I could. Now I’m not so certain. She acted strangely.”
I said, “It helps Edna’s case a lot having Nostrander out of the way.”
“Yes. I can see that — now.”
“It might make a motive for murder.”