 A dead man's been in a bed ahead of me. I'm a woman. I know. Squeamish. Now let's talk about the same thing. Let's talk about Robert Weber. I don't have to. How does it feel to be the reason why a man has killed another man? How would I know? You'd know. Weber killed your husband on account of you, Mrs. Jordan. Robert thinks I'm attractive, if that's what you want to know. I didn't ask you that.