Casino, how Miss Wonderly had been detailed to look after me, how I’d seen Flaggerty watching us, and the whole works. She sat watching me, and the angry bitterness seeped out of her eyes.
“All right,” she said, shrugging. “I’m the sucker, so you didn’t kill him.”
“I didn’t kill him,” I said. “But I’m in a jam. You can help me out.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Why should I?”
“Suppose you tell me,” I said, smiling at her. “What was Herrick to you?”
She swung off the divan and went over to the big cocktail cabinet.
“I’m keeping out of this,” she said, taking out two glasses and pouring whisky. She came over and handed me one, looked down at me, and smiled coldly. “You’re tough, all right,” she said. “I feel like I’ve been fed through a mangle.”
I pulled her down on my lap. She was a big armful, but I handled her.
“Let’s be friends,” I said. “You liked Herrick, didn’t you?”
She pushed away from me and stood up.