“No, there was nothing to quarrel about.”
“You have no idea who killed him, or why?”
“I certainly haven’t.”
Wolfe leaned back. “Do you know Mr. Talento intimately?”
“No, not if you mean — of course we’re friends. I used to live there.”
“With Mr. Talento?”
“Not with him.” She was mildly shocked. “I never live with a man. I had the second-floor apartment.”
“At twenty-nine Arbor Street?”
“Yes.”
“For how long? When?”