I said I did.
“Well, we still thought so — I mean, after what Mr. Wolfe told us Monday afternoon. We still thought so.”
“Who is we?”
“My son and I. We talked it over and we still thought so. Today when my husband told us that Mr. Wolfe didn’t believe what Webster said in his statement and it might mean more trouble about it, we thought if we came here and found something to prove that Louis was a Communist and showed it to Mr. Wolfe, then it would be all right.”
“It would be all right,” I asked, “because if he was a Communist Mr. Wolfe wouldn’t care who or what killed him? Is that it?”
“Of course, don’t you see?”
I asked Saul, “Do you want it?”
“Not even as a gift,” he said emphatically.
I nodded. I switched to Jimmy. “Why don’t you take a stab at it? The way your mother’s mind works makes it hard for her. What have you got to offer?”
Jimmy’s eyes still looked mean. They were straight at mine. “I think,” he said glumly, “that I was a boob to stumble in here like this.”