He looked at Sandford, whose face was interested but puzzled. It did not appear that he knew Pamela North. âMr. and Mrs. North,â Bill said. He did not try to explain them further.
Paul Logan sat down suddenly and covered his face with his hands.
âWeâre both so sorry,â Pam said. âSuch a dreadful thing.â
She looked at Bill Weigand, and moved her eyes slightly, conveying something. It was not clear what; it was clear only that there was, as she said from the doorway, âsomething.â Something not about Dorian, therefore about Mrs. Loganâs taking off; somethingâof course. Something which concerned either Sandford or young Paul Logan. Bill was rather pleased with himself.
He motioned the Norths out into the hallway and up the stairs to the floor above. On the landing there, there was a telephone on a table.
âI told you there would be,â Pam said to Jerry. âI think it ought to be a rule that everybody is. Democracy.â
âListed in the directory,â Jerry told Bill Weigand. âAs it happens, we arenât ourselves,â he told his wife.
âOnly because of the butler,â Pam said. âAnd all those other people. The one with a dog to be boarded.â She amplified. âSomebody put want-ads in, with our telephone number,â Pam told Bill. âAn awful joke, or something. So we came unlisted. Bill, you werenât having him followed, were you? Because he was coming here anyway.â
âWho?â Bill asked.
Pam told him.
âAt first,â she said, âwe merely assumed it was one of yours. But after we dropped the aunts, we wondered. Aunt Lucy thinks youâre wonderful, Bill, incidentally. Thelma doesnât.â
âAfter you dropped the aunts,â Bill said.
âIf it wasnât the police, who was it?â Pam said. âSomeone you ought to know about, anyway. So we telephoned you. I mean, we couldnât, so we came.â
The police had not been following Barton Sandford. Bill hesitated, used the telephone briefly. The district attorneyâs people were not following Sandford.
âA shamus,â Pam said. Then she looked puzzled. âOnly he looked sober enough,â she added. âAnd not bruised. Of course, we didnât see him very clearly.â
Bill Weigand got the details. Not for the first time, as Pam gave them, Bill noticed how clear she could be when dealing with the objective, how sharply see and remember.
âIâm sure he had been following Mr. Sandford,â Pam said, as she finished.
âRight,â Bill said. He was sure too. He was sure, also, that the follower had known his business. If he knew his business, he probably would be waiting across the street for Sandford to reappear.
âOh, Mullins,â Bill Weigand called down the stairs. Mullins came, was instructed, went down the stairs, unhurrying; went out, unhurrying, onto the sidewalk in front. After standing there a moment, he crossed the street. Disarmingly casual, he looked into the shadows. After a little he recrossed the street, went up the stairs to the third floor landing, said, âNo soap, Loot. Heâs gone.â
âHe was there?â Bill asked.
âSomebody,â Mullins said. âLong enough to smoke a couple of cigarettes. Camels. Looks as if he took his time.â He looked at Pam and Jerry North. âOf course,â he said, âwe couldnât prove it. Itâs screwy.â He paused. âLike always,â he added.
âSergeant,â Pam said, âhow can we help it? We just saw it.â
âO.K., Mrs. North,â Mullins said. Inadvertently, he beamed at her. He slowly erased the beam. âAll the same,â he said, and looked at Weigand.
It didnât fit, Bill thought. Or, did it? Perhaps Sally Sandford had done more than leave for a trip. Perhaps she had left watchers behind. It would be doing it the hard way, with Reno
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