Bertha sat blinking at me as though I’d flashed a very bright light full in her eyes.
“I’ll be damned!”
I didn’t say anything, but just sat there, letting her think it over.
After a while she said, “Are you sure about the watch, Donald, that he dunked it in the drink?”
“No. I’m simply giving you the evidence. It’s circumstantial.”
“Why on earth would he have gone up to Roberta Fenn’s apartment?”
“Two reasons.”
“Roberta Fenn is one?”
“Yes. And the other’s the dead lawyer, Nostrander.”
“Why would Nostrander figure in it?”