“And there’s a warrant out, for him for Bellmann’s shooting on the strength of the confession they found on Woodward.” Beery tilted his chair forward, reached for his glass. “The Woodward one is being blurbed as ‘The Through the Window Murder.’”
Kells asked: “Who found the body?”
“Some glass from the window fell down into the driveway and somebody went up to find out who was carrying on.”
Granquist said: “There must be something there they can trace to us.” She didn’t look very happy.
Kells glanced at her, grinned at Beery. “Miss Pollyanna G will now recite—”
She interrupted him: “Let’s go, Gerry — please...” She stood up.
Kells said: “Buy us all a drink, baby.”
He went on to Beery: “They’ll probably trace us through Doc Janis — or telephone calls — or something.”
Beery shook his head. “They’ll be tickled to death to hang the whole thing on Fenner.”
“Do you think they’ll be so tickled they’ll drop the case against me entirely?” Granquist turned from the table, came toward them with three tall glasses between her hands.