“Yes. How many times did you date Miss Mason?”
I looked at him. “How did you know?”
“Did you ever actually go out with her?”
“A couple of times,” I said.
“Was she friendly?”
“Not very.”
“Were you?”
“I was friendly as hell.”
“I see.”
“What about it?” I asked.
“It explains the marriage license.”
“It does?”
“Yes. You see, you were someone she could fall back on. If the best deal she could make turned out to be a respectable marriage, she had you. She knew she had you. All she would have had to do would be to turn friendly.”
“You’re saying she would have married me?”
“Of course. You must remember, Joe, that she was desperate. A woman as desperate as she must have been would have taken any man she thought of. Any man at all.”
“Go to hell,” I said.
“Undoubtedly,” said Singer, bending over his desk.
I finished my drink.
“Aren’t you going to bed?” I said.
“Not right away, Joe. I want to make a few notes. I think I’ve solved this Elizabethan murder we were talking about. I want to pin it down.”
I was too tired to argue. I set down my glass and went over to the bathroom door.
“Good night, Singer,” I said.
Singer didn’t answer. He was making notes at a fast clip. He was settled for another twenty-four hours.
Contents
HUE AND CRY
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CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
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