We got rid of the landlady and raked the place over thoroughly. We came away knowing all there was to know about the girl’s wardrobe, and a lot about her personal habits. But we didn’t find anything pointing Papadopoulos-ward.
No report came in on the Carey-Arlie combination that afternoon or evening, though I expected to hear from Dick every minute.
At three o’clock in the morning my bedside phone took my ear out of the pillows. The voice that came over the wire was the Canadian op’s.
“Exit Arlie,” he said.
“ R.I.P. ?”
“Yep.”
“How?”
“Lead.”
“Our lad’s?”
“Yep.”
“Keep till morning?”
“Yep.”
“See you at the office,” and I went back to sleep.