“Very true,” Nick admitted, and he was glad to do so. “Let’s become friends, then, instead of total strangers. It will be to your advantage.”
“Why to my advantage?” questioned Sadie, with brows drooping.
“Because of what occurred last night.”
“Occurred where?”
“In a house in Manhattanville,” said Nick. “Don’t you know? Didn’t Moll Damon give you a hint?”
Sadie scowled impatiently, banging her palms on the top of the table.
“See here, Mr. Goulard, I’m not dealing in hints,” she cried, with some asperity. “If you’ve got anything of importance to say to me, hand it out straight from the shoulder. I’m no riddle guesser. What do you mean?”
Nick saw plainly that the woman was suspicious and inclined to evade him. He was equally sure, on the other hand, that fear alone had impelled her to yield to Moll Damon, which convinced him that she not only knew all about the murders of the previous night, but also was more or less involved in them.
Nick now took her at her word, therefore, and replied, a bit curtly:
“I mean the fight in the house mentioned, a fight in which one of your friends was killed.”