“Darling,” I said, “my guess is that Wynant killed her, and the police’ll catch him without my help. Anyway, it’s nothing in my life.” “I didn’t mean just that, but—” “But besides I haven’t the time: I’m too busy trying to see that you don’t lose any of the money I married you for.” I kissed her. “Don’t you think maybe a drink would help you to sleep?” “No, thanks.” “Maybe it would if I took one.” When I brought my Scotch and soda back to bed, she was frowning into space.
