“Stop it.”

“You seem to have a gift for stirring up murderous notions in your boyfriends. There’s Albury waiting trial for killing Willsson. There’s Whisper who’s got you shivering in corners. Even I haven’t escaped your influence. Look at the way I’ve turned. And I’ve always had a private notion that Dan Rolff’s going to have a try at you some day.”

“Dan! You’re crazy. Why, I⁠—”

“Yeah. He was a lunger and down and out, and you took him in. You gave him a home and all the laudanum he wants. You use him for errand boy, you slap his face in front of me, and slap him around in front of others. He’s in love with you. One of these mornings you’re going to wake up and find he’s whittled your neck away.”

She shivered, got up and laughed.

“I’m glad one of us knows what you’re talking about, if you do,” she said as she carried our empty glasses through the kitchen door.