telling you is so.”
“What of it? Your son won’t come back to life just because he was killed by mistake—if he was.”
“That woman killed him.”
“Maybe.”
“Damn you and your maybes! She did.”
“Maybe. But the other angle has got to be looked into too—the political end. You can tell me—”
“I can tell you that that French hussy killed him, and I can tell you that any other damned numbskull notions you’ve got are way off the lode.”
“But they’ve got to be looked into,” I insisted. “And you know the inside of Personville politics better than anyone else I’m likely to find. He was your son. The least you can do is—”