The InterrogationSawbuck stood behind me; I ran right into him. “I’m sorry, mum,” he said. “But I did warn you what might happen.”
I turned towards Tony and his cousin Blitz. The two didn’t appear alike except for their smiles, but neither were smiling now.
“Mrs. Spadros, I came to see you,” Tony said, “but instead, I find this girl wearing your dress. Who’s this girl? Why’s she wearing your dress?”
Madame said, “I told you, Monsieur Spadros. This is Tenni; she’s under my protection. An orphan. I made this dress for her.”
“Don’t lie to me, Madame. Don’t you think I know my own wife’s clothing?” Tony grabbed Tenni’s arm, jerking her to her feet. “This ripped at the waist when my wife and I lay together before her maid undressed her — a maid who raised me.” He let go of Tenni, who slumpe
