“Hanged?”
“Uh-huh. The deputy waiting in her house has a warrant for her—for murder.”
He put away his gun and made gurgling noises in his throat.
“I’ll go there! I’ll tell everything I know!”
He started for his taxicab.
“Wait!” I called. “Maybe you’d better tell me what you know first. I’m working for her, you know.”
He spun around and came back.
“Yes, that’s right. You’ll know what to do.”
“Now what do you really know, if anything?” I asked when he was standing in front of me.
“I know the whole thing!” he cried. “About the deaths and the booze and—”
“Easy! Easy! There’s no use wasting all that knowledge on the chauffeur.”
He quieted down, and I began to pump him. I spent nearly an hour getting all of it.