“Standing here.”
“Well, you mustn’t be seen talking with me.”
“Why not? I have a couple of questions I wanted to ask you privately.”
“No, no, please. You can’t.”
“Why not?”
She looked around her apprehensively. “Can’t you understand? Pug’s jealous. I had an awful time with him after you left. He thinks I — thinks I was too nice to you, that I was trying to protect you.”
I fell into step at her side. “That’s all right. We’ll walk along the street and—”
“No, no,” she said, “not this way. Here, walk the other way if you’ve got to walk. Turn to the right at the corner. Get down that dark side street. Gosh, I wish you wouldn’t take chances like this.”
I said, “You wrote a letter to Corla Burke. Why and what did you say?”
“Why, I never wrote her in my life.”