“I’ve had a rather broad education in brutality, Mr. Queen.”
So there was that, too. Ellery sighed.
“I’ll be even franker,” she went on. “I don’t know whether Laurel told you specifically... Did she say what kind of invalid my husband is?”
“She said he’s partly paralyzed.”
“She didn’t say what part?”
“What part?” said Ellery.
“Then she didn’t. Why, Mr. Queen, my husband is paralyzed,” said Delia Priam with a smile, “from the waist down.”
You had to admire the way she said that. The brave smile. The smile that said Don’t pity me.
“I’m very sorry,” he said.
“I’ve had fifteen years of it.”