“I’d like to hear it sometime.”
I said, “When they disbarred me, they told me I was crazy, that my scheme wouldn’t hold water, that it was just a pipe dream, but that it showed a dangerous, antisocial type of mind.”
“Then what?”
“Then,” I said, “I went out and proved it to them.”
“Who committed the murder?”
“They thought I did.”
She looked at me abruptly. “Say, are you taking me for a ride?”
“Only in a taxicab.”
Those steady, hazel eyes of hers kept looking right through me. She said, “Darned if I don’t believe you.”
“You might as well. I have nothing to gain by lying.”