CHAPTER NINETEENWe sat there in a silence you could emotionally feel, for long moments. James Maddigan extinguished his cigar carefully, leaned back in his chair and crossed his hands over his stomach. He worked his plump lips in and out, as though undecided what to say.
Finally, “Evidently, you have a good deal more. You might as well proceed.”
“All right. Let’s go back to the beginning again. You must have decided a long time ago to kill Ross. The reason?” I shrugged. “I’m not sure. Either you were misappropriating his funds and were afraid he would discover the fact, or possibly you were jealous of your wife’s attentions to him; maybe both.”
Maddigan’s eyes flared suddenly. “Leave my wife out of this discussion, Knight! Continue with your silly jabber, if you must, but leave Sandra o
