“I can make no promises,” he said.

She considered with sombre face. “You seem to know most of it,” she said at last. “What else is it that you want to know?”

“Tell me everything from the time you became acquainted with Larry Hughes in your own words. I will ask you if any points arise on which I am not clear.”

He had to lean forward to catch her opening sentences. In low tones, and sometimes incoherent sequence, punctuated by occasional questions from him, she told her story. It was much what he expected to hear.