Woodward kept his eyes down. “That was a stall about the girl. We haven’t got her, and we don’t know where Rose is...”
“So Rose has got her?”
Woodward looked up, spoke hesitantly: “I don’t know.”
“If you’ve got any ideas, now’s a swell time to spill them.”
Woodward glanced at Beery, Fenner, back to Kells. “My people don’t want to have anything to do with Rose,” he said. “He’s wanted for murder and if he’s caught he’ll get the works.” He smiled again, went on slowly: “He called up this morning and said you shot O’Donnell — said he could prove it...”
Fenner laughed quietly.
Kells said: “Where did he call from?”
Woodward shook his head. “Don’t know.”
Beery had gone back into the bedroom. He came into the doorway again, pulling on his coat. “I’ll be back in about an hour, Gerry,” he said. He poured himself a short drink, swallowed it and went out making faces.
Kells asked Woodward: “Where can I find you?”