at Barney Jones, who looked at her with round, appreciative eyes.
âJones, miss,â Barney told her. He looked at Bill Weigand.
âThe sketch, Barney,â Bill said. âThe sketch.â
âYeah,â Barney Jones said. He went to the door leading to the first examining room, opened it and went through.
âNow, Pam,â Bill said. âHow did you do it this time?â His voice was no longer official. It was merely very interested.
Pam told him. She left out the part about the captured taxicab.
âAnd how did you get in?â Bill said.
âWell,â Pam said, âIâm afraid I used your name. And they seemed to think youâd sent for me, Billâone of them seemed to think I was a relative or somethingâof the victim, I mean, not of youâandââ
âRight,â Bill said. âJerry wonât like it.â
âOâMalley wonât like it,â Mullins said. He said it gloomily. He closed his eyes and opened them again. âAt all,â Mullins said.
Pam had seen the body. Her face was grave, suddenly. She turned to Bill and her face was still grave.
âIt was aâan impulse, Bill,â she said. âA sudden thing I do likeâlike the taxicab. I didnât tell you about that. But coming here was like that. IâmâIâm sorry.â
Bill smiled at her.
âOfficially,â he said, âI regard your actions, my dear, withââ He decided not to keep it up. âActually,â he said, âIâm glad to see you, Pam.â
Mullins shuddered; he made his shudder audible. Somehow he had got directly behind Pam, who jumped.
âMr. Mullins!â she said. âDonât do that!â
Mullins was embarrassed.
âLook, Mrs. North,â he said, âit wasnât to make you jump. It was justâI was thinking of the inspector.â He paused, considering. âMaybe I shouldnât,â he said. âOnly heâs sort of a hard guy not to think of, Mrs. North. You know that.â
âSheâs here, Mullins,â Weigand told him. âI let them think out there that she wasâofficial. A policewoman or something. So sheâs here. Iâll think about the inspector.â
âYou wonât like it,â Mullins told him. âBut itâs O.K. with me, Loot.â
Pam looked at Bill and her eyes asked a question.
âThey are uneasy,â Bill told her. âOff balance. At least, I hope they are. Because theyâre the people we have to work on to begin with. The police have taken overâsomething impersonal has taken over. Not meânot Mullins or Steinâthe police. You, Pamâyou, unexplainedâmight have broken it. So I let them think you were police, too.â
âOh,â Pam said. âThen what do I do?â
âSit tight,â Bill told her. âTry not to say anything and if you doââ He considered that, rejected it as hopeless. âTry not to say anything,â he repeated. âListen. Andâuse that mind of yours all you want to, Pam.â He smiled at her, and this time it was Bill Weigand to Pam North. âVery nice little mind,â he assured her.
His smile went away. He opened the door of the private office, went to the doorway of the waiting room and looked at the men and women in it. The blonde who was, apparently, Mrs. Gordon was sitting up. There was a dazed look on her face. Weigandâs eyes went over her. They stopped on Grace Spencer. He made a motion with his head when he saw she was looking at him.
âWill you come this way, please?â he said.
He watched her as she crossed the room toward him. She was tall for a woman and thin, but it was an attractive, straight thinness. She moved well on long, slim legs; her shoulders were broad and square and they were held well back. Her face was faintly brown, as if tan from an earlier, hotter sun still lingered on it.
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