“Well, answering questions is one of the best little things I do.”
“You know about Edith Boyd's condition. She says you are responsible. Is that true?”
Louis Akers was not unprepared. Sooner or later he had known that Edith would tell. But what he had not counted on was that she would tell any one who knew Lily. He had felt that her leaving the pharmacy had eliminated that chance. “What do you mean, her condition?”
“You know. She says she has told you.”
“You're pretty thick with her yourself, aren't you?”
“I happen to live at the Boyd house.”
He was keeping himself well under control, but Akers saw his hand clench, and resorted to other tactics. He was not angry himself, but he was wary now; he considered that life was unnecessarily complicated, and that he had a distinct grievance.
“I have asked you a question, Mr. Akers.”
“You don't expect me to answer it, do you?”
“I do.”