Butch studied her through half-closed eyes for several moments.
“Yeah, I seen him a while ago.”
“You told him?”
Butch grinned sourly. “Yeah, I told him. I told yuh yuh was crazy if yuh thought Collins worked for Marsh, and I was right; he don’t.”
“Then⸺” Della hesitated, staring at Butch, who shook his head.
“I told Marsh what yuh said, Dell.”
“About the money?”
“Yeah.”
“I suppose he thinks I’m crazy, eh?”
“Yuh didn’t expect him to give three cheers, didja?”