unbelievable as to scale fences. That was absurd. …
“It ain’t all a matter of looks, exactly—no, nor money, either.” Cassidy’s glance toward the bed was but half complimentary. “I’ve run with lads that was one step this side of being human monkeys, but could they pick them? I’ll say. They had sex appeal. How about it, Lieutenant?”
“Undoubtedly, Cassidy.” … As for the roof, it was peaked and offered no passage to the roofs of the adjoining houses. One couldn’t picture her, in any case, scrambling over roofs any more than one could believe that she would scramble over fences. …
“And the worst of it is with these bimbos that have it, they ain’t ever satisfied.”
“No one is ever satisfied, Cassidy.” … There might be a way to the roof at that, from the attic … attic …
“Not ever with anything, Lieutenant?”
“Not really ever with anything.” … Attic … and that curious look that one had had to interpret as exaltation. It couldn’t be possible, but still—“Stay right here, Cassidy!”
Cassidy gave a nervous jump. The words were sparks from flint striking steel. Lieutenant Valcour’s sudden spurt of speed as he rushed toward the door was surprising.
A possible solution to Mrs. Endicott’s absence had just come to him with rather horrible clearness.