“I supposed that I saw Jimmy in his coffin. You have not forgotten that, have you?”
“No.”
“Nor that you were there on that island where he was supposed to have died, just before his death was reported? That you, in person, attended what was supposed to be Jimmy’s funeral?”
“No. I haven’t forgotten any of that. But this case is different.”
“How is it different? Tell me that.”
“Because in a way I was responsible for the death of that girl. Oh, I do not want to go into it at all, please.”
“Well, never mind that part of it, then. Tell me something about the girl herself. You can have no objections to that, can you?”
“No; only it pains me to speak of it at all. She lived near to where I did, and where Jimmy did—or Howard, as I called him in those days.”
“Yes.”