“Who first took you there?”
“Cyrus Kilfane.”
“Not Sir Lucien?”
“Oh, no. But both of them had been before.”
“What was Kazmah’s connection with Mrs. Sin and her husband?”
“I have no idea, Inspector. Kazmah used to supply cocaine and veronal and trional and heroin, but those who wanted to smoke opium he sent to Mrs. Sin.”
“What! he gave them her address?”
“No, no! He gave her their address.”
“I see. She called?”
“Yes. Oh, Inspector”—Mollie bent farther forward—“I can see in your eyes that you think I am fabulously wicked! Shall I be arrested?”