but—Will you tell me who besides—who else was—was found in those houses?”
“Oh, sure!” I snarled. “I’ll tell you everything. I’ll let you pump me dry. But you mustn’t give me any hints, because it might not be in keeping with the ethics of your highly honorable profession!”
Being a woman, she ignored all this, repeating, “Who else?”
“Nothing stirring. But I will do this—I’ll tell you a couple who weren’t there—Big Flora and Red O’Leary.”
Her dopiness was gone. She studied my face with green eyes that were dark and savage.
“Was Bluepoint Vance?” she demanded.
“What do you guess?” I replied.
She studied my face for a moment longer and then stood up.
“Thanks for what you’ve told me,” she said, “and for meeting me like this. I do hope you win.”
She went out to be shadowed by Dick Foley. I ate my lunch.