“Perhaps.”
“Something she hasn’t told the police.”
“Possibly.”
“I’ll bet she’s told you what it is. You wormed it out of her, you little devil. My God, Donald, how do you do it? Do you hypnotize them? I guess you must. You can’t give them the cave-man stuff. You make them come to you. I guess it’s your readiness to fight at the drop of the hat, even when you know you’re going to get licked. I guess that’s it. Women love a fighter.”
I felt my head jerk forward as I all but slipped into unconsciousness. Bertha pulled me back with her patter.
“Listen, lover, has it ever occurred to you what’s going to happen next?”
“What?”
“Whitewell has money, influence, and brains. He isn’t going to be pushed around.”
I didn’t say anything.
“I’ll bet that Framley girl would do just about anything you asked her.”