“I’ve got a date for ten,” I told them. “Hang around the hotel till I get back. Whisper and Rolff are probably dead⁠—so we won’t have to hunt for them.” I scowled at Dick and said: “I was told that. I didn’t kill either of them.”

The little Canadian nodded without lowering his eyes from mine.

I ate breakfast alone, and then set out for the lawyer’s office.

Turning off King Street, I saw Hank O’Marra’s freckled face in an automobile that was going up Green Street. He was sitting beside a man I didn’t know. The long-legged youngster waved an arm at me and stopped the car. I went over to him.

He said:

“Reno wants to see you.”

“Where will I find him?”