‘Gracie Lehmann.’ Maxie took another pull at his can of beer, added, ‘It’s her day off today.’
‘Have the police questioned her?’
‘Why should they?’
‘Didn’t they want to know about the rod? I mean how it got into Perelli’s room?’
‘Why should they?’
I drank a little beer myself. He was right, of course. They had found the rod in Perelli’s room, and that was good enough for them. They wouldn’t bother to find out how it got there. It was there, and as far as they were concerned that was all that mattered.
‘She could have seen someone bring the rod in, then?’
‘If anyone brought it, she saw it.’
‘She might have gone out to wash her hands or something?’
Maxie shook his head.