Carl got up and came over to pick up the card. Beery was at the telephone; he made a note of the number.
Kells went on: “Maybe the spick had better go along too.” The Filipino looked at him coldly. Crotti shook his head.
Kells grinned, shrugged.
He said: “I’ll see you later, Shep.” Beery nodded and put on his hat, went to the door with Carl.
They went out.
Kells called to Berry as he was closing the door: “Tell that cab driver to sit on it — we’ll be out in a little while.”
MacAlmon went to a wall switch, snapped on several more lights. Then he went over and lay down on a wide divan under the big front windows. The drapes were tightly drawn.
Kells glanced at the tall clock in one corner. It was seven-fifty.
Hesse had taken MacAlmon’s place at pacing up and down the floor.
Kells got up and limped to Granquist’s chair, sat down on one arm of it and leaned close to her with his arm on her shoulder.