“Ever see it again?”
“No.”
“Did you know Sue very well?”
“I didn’t know her at all. I never even saw her. I used to keep out of the way so I wouldn’t gum Joe’s play with her.”
“But you know Babe?”
“Yes, I’ve been on a couple of parties where he was. That’s all I know him.”
“Who killed Sue?”
“Joe,” she said. “Didn’t he have that paper you say she was killed with?”
“Why did he kill her?”
“I don’t know. He pulled some awful dumb tricks sometimes.”
“You didn’t kill her?”
“No, no, no!”
I jerked the corner of my mouth at O’Gar.
“You’re a liar,” he bawled, shaking the flypaper in her face. “You killed her.” The rest of the team closed in, throwing accusations at her. They kept it up until she was groggy and the policewoman beginning to look worried.
Then I said angrily:
“All right. Throw her in a cell and let her think it over.” To her: “You know what you told Joe this afternoon: this is no time to dummy up. Do a lot of thinking tonight.”