“Since when?”

She leaned forward, made her eyes small, and asked:

“Now what are you getting at?”

“Nothing. Just wondering how you got to be a disinterested bystander all of a sudden. Forgotten that Donald Willsson was killed because of you, starting the whole thing? Forgotten that it was the dope you gave me on Whisper that kept the job from petering out in the middle?”

“You know just as well as I do that none of that was my fault,” she said indignantly. “And it’s all past, anyway. You’re just bringing it up because you’re in a rotten humor and want to argue.”

“It wasn’t past last night, when you were scared stiff Whisper was going to kill you.”

“Will you stop talking about killing!”

“Young Albury once told me Bill Quint had threatened to kill you,” I said.