Olin made an impatient gesture.
‘Oh, the hel with it! I don’t want her. She can go for al I care. Where’s that damned intern?’
Baird relaxed limply back on the pillow. His eyes closed.
Dallas said, ‘Can I tel your man to let her go?’
‘Sure,’ Olin said impatiently. ‘Do what you damn well like.’
As Dallas went into the passage, the intern came up the stairs.
Olin called to him, ‘Give this guy a shot of something. I want him to make a statement.’
Dallas ran down the stairs.
Anita and a patrolman were waiting in the lobby. Dallas stepped past them and shut himself in the pay booth at the end of the passage. He put a call through to Purvis. Rapidly he brought Purvis up to date on the night’s happenings.
‘Looks like we’re sunk,’ he concluded. ‘With Hater dead, our last chance of finding the stuff goes with him.’