until he saw me go out. I had to go downtown, but I wasn’t gone an hour. She was already cold when I came back.” He frowned. “I don’t think she’d’ve answered the doorbell, though maybe—or maybe he’d had a duplicate made of the key she had.”
Some policemen came in: the frightened maid had had sense enough to use the telephone.
“Do you think he planned it that way from the beginning?” Moley asked.
I didn’t. I thought he had killed his wife in a jealous rage and later thought of the Death and Co. business.