“She should be back in a few minutes. You’re going to question her?”
“But not here,” I informed her. “I’ll take her down to the Hall of Justice and have the men picked up. Can I use your phone?”
“Certainly. It’s in the next room.” She crossed to open the door for me.
I called Davenport 20 and asked for the detective bureau.
Mrs. Gungen, standing in the sitting room, said, so softly I could barely hear it:
“Wait.”
Holding the phone, I turned to look through the door at her. She was pinching her red mouth between thumb and finger, frowning. I didn’t put down the phone until she took the hand from her mouth and held it out toward me. Then I went back into the sitting-room.