What is that to him in his jealousy? And I—I cannot stand the things the newspapers say—the jesting of them. I must leave Buffalo. Yes, once I do try sicking the cops on him. But not more.”
“Buffalo?” I explored a little. “I lived there for a while—on Crescent Avenue.”
“Oh, yes. That is out by the Delaware Park.”
That was right enough. But her knowing something about Buffalo didn’t prove anything about the rest of her story.