Beery said: “Oh, I’m sorry — I thought you knew each other. This is Gerry Kells... Captain Hayes.”
“What were you doing here?” Hayes was a heavily-built man with bright brown eyes. He spoke very rapidly.
“Shep and I came up to call on my girl friend here” — Kells indicated Granquist who was still sitting with her coat on, staring at them all in turn, expressionlessly. “We found it just the way you see it.”
Hayes glanced at Beery, who nodded. Hayes spoke to Granquist. “Is that right, miss?”
She looked up at him blankly for a moment, then nodded slowly. “That’ll be about all, I guess.” Hayes looked at Kells. “You still at the Ambassador?”
“You can always reach me through Shep.”
Hayes said: “Come on, miss.”
Granquist got up and went into the dressing room and packed a few things in a small traveling bag.
One of the plain-clothes men opened the door, let two ambulance men in. They put Bellmann’s body on a stretcher and carried it out.
Kells leaned against the doorframe of the dressing room, watched Granquist. “I’ll be down in the morning with an attorney,” he said. “In the meantime, keep quiet.”