“Yes—yes—yes.”
“Did you regret that fact when you returned home that evening?”
“I knew I’d talked too much—yes.”
“Did you regret it still more deeply when you received the news of the murder the following morning?”
“Yes.”
“Wasn’t that the reason for your attempted suicide?”
A long pause, and then once more the heavy tortured voice: “Yes.”
“Because you realized that harm had come to her through your indiscretion?”
“Yes, I told you—yes.”
“Thanks, that’s all. Call Mr. Dallas.”