“When?”
“After they got done with me.”
“Was it bad?”
“Not particularly.” She glanced significantly at Bertha Cool.
I said, “Mrs. Cool knows it all. Go ahead and tell us.”
“Does she know about — about—”
“You mean about your coming to my place?”
“Yes.”
“She knows it all. Go ahead, Marian. What happened?”
She said, “I got away with it nicely. I went to the police station and told them I wanted to report a body, and they sent me into the traffic department. Evidently they thought it was an automobile accident. I had to do quite a bit of explaining to two or three different people. They sent a radio car to investigate, and the radio officers called in for Homicide. After that there was a lot of activity, and a nice young district attorney took a statement from me.”