Connie Anderson: I suppose this is about Joe Walpo. John Ripley: That's right. Connie Anderson: So why don't you ask the bloodhound who was here yesterday? John Ripley: He was killed last night. Connie Anderson: [Connie moves her hand as if clutching her throat] That's tough. Connie Anderson: [pausing, then, sexily to the detectives] Do you mind if I put something on? I don't like men staring at me before lunch.|