“I’ll bet you have. Such as, where were you last night from ten o’clock to two o’clock?”
She stared. “You’re asking me that?”
“No, just giving a sample of the kind of questions you’ve been answering all afternoon.”
“Well, here’s a sample of the kind of answers I gave. Yesterday between five and six Mrs. Fromm dictated about a dozen letters. A little after six she went up to dress, and I started on some phone calls she had told me to make. A little after seven, after she had gone out, I had dinner alone, and after dinner I typed the letters she had dictated and went out to mail them at the box at the corner. That was around ten o’clock. I came right back and told Peckham, the butler, I was tired and was going to bed, and went up to my room and turned on WQXR for the music, and went to bed.”
“Fine. Then you live here?”
“Yes.”
“Another example. Where were you Tuesday afternoon from six o’clock to seven?”
She went and sat down and cocked her head at me. “You’re right, they asked me that too. Why?”
I shrugged. “I’m just showing you that I know the kind of questions cops ask.”
“You are not. What is it about Tuesday afternoon?”