Chapter 60

“I get queer ideas when I’ve had the dope they give me,” she said, and lay there quietly, looking at something he could not see. When he tried to discuss the murder of Florence Gunther she said nothing whatever. Nor was she much more communicative about her husband. “My daughter’s a good girl, but the least said of him the better.” Then she had said she was in pain and had called sharply for Lily, and he had come away. “But she knows something,” he told me. “Not necessarily that the husband has anything to do with …