That didn’t seem to call for any reply.
Bertha said, “I’ll bet the person who did the job is sweating blood right now. Suppose this Framley girl really does know who killed him?”
I said, “I think she does.”
“Then she’s told you.”
“No.”
“But she’ll tell the police — if they ask her.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Donald.”
“What?”
“Do you suppose the murderer knows that?”