“How well?”
“I knew her quite well.”
“Where did she live?”
“At the Bickmere Hotel. She and Flo Mortinson roomed together. Flo was contact girl for a bootlegging ring. She and Amelia were great friends.”
“Where’s Amelia now?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t seen her for a long time.”
“Did Amelia ever tell you anything about her past?” She nodded.
“What was it?”
“A small-town background somewhere. She was too fast for the burg. Her husband caught up with her and sued for divorce. She outsmarted him, got all the property, and headed for the bright lights. She had a wad of dough with her. Some man got it.”
“Were they married?” I asked.