She nodded.
“You know they’ve arrested Miss Wonderly, and they’ve charged her with murder, don’t you?”
She nodded again. Interest had replaced fear.
I took out the newspaper photograph of Miss Wonderly and showed it to her.
“Do you think she looks like a killer?” I asked.
She studied the photograph. There was a wistful look on her face when she handed it back.
“No,” she said.
“She didn’t kill Herrick, nor did I. It was a political killing, and they’ve pinned it on me because I happened to come to this town with a bad reputation.”
She looked down at her hands. There was a faint flush on her face.
I stared moodily at her.