CHAPTER 10“—Who was she, doctor?”
There was no surface change in the deliberation and apparent friendliness of Sergeant Digges’s manner, but the change was there. Jonas sensed it with a subtle quickening of all his perceptive faculties. The time had come, and seriously, for him to fish or cut bait. If he was going to tell the Simple Truth, now was the time to tell it. But he hesitated, not because of any fundamental confusion but because, in some curious and involved way, he suddenly had the impression that something was going on in Sergeant Digges’s mind, in spite of all his canniness and insight, that was going to make the Simple Truth as Jonas had it to tell come as a hell of a shock to him.
“Maybe I’d better say right here and now, doctor, that we don’t believe in killing people in A
