“The one who asked me the first time?”
“Yes.”
She started to answer, then glanced at Sid Jannix, and hesitated perceptibly.
“Go on,” he said.
“I don’t know his name. He didn’t give it to me.”
“You’re lying.”
She flared up. “Why should I lie to you, you big baboon? My God, do you want to know every agent that comes to the door trying to sell a new vacuum sweeper?”
He turned to me and said, “What gave you the idea she’d written a letter?”
“Some people thought she had.”
“Who were they?”