“What are you going to say when the police do get hold of you and make things tough because you didn’t report the murder?”
“I did report the murder.”
She thought that over.
“The police aren’t going to like it, just the same.”
“No one asked them to.”
“When they finally get their hands on you,” Bertha warned, “it’s going to be just too bad! ”
“Unless we can give them something else to distract their attention.”
“Such as what?” she asked.
“The murderer who was in that room, or, perhaps, a brand new murder case. Something that will keep their minds occupied.”
Bertha automatically fell into step with me, thinking things over.