"But she isn't dark."
"Stacy's dark."
"But he isn't moralistic. They've all got outs. I don't know who the hell's getting the threats. I'm no better off than I was when I started." He shrugged. "It shows you, Kitten. Everybody imagines they can do anybody else's job much better. It isn't until you try that you find out. Damn it! I'm licked. All I can do is hope Fink'll pull us out of this jam before Sunday."
"Tell me what everybody said when you pulled the letters on them."
"To hell with it."
"Let's write down how each one eliminated himself. Maybe we can add them up and find something."
After some persuasion and another drink he gave me the facts. I wrote them down in a column:
Big
Dark
Loud