‘Get up!’ Barratt said to me.
I stood up.
He came to me from behind and ran his hands over me. He found the .38, jerked it out of the
shoulder holster. Then he found the box of reefers.
He stood away while he opened the box, then gave me a sneering little smile.
‘Very smart. Where were you going to plant them?’
‘Oh, somewhere,’ I said. ‘You can’t expect to hold the monopoly of planting evidence.’
He tossed the box on the table, came over to prod me with my gun. ‘How did you get in?’
‘Took the pass-key. It hangs by the switchboard downstairs. Didn’t you know?’
He went through my pockets again, found the pass-key and tossed that on to the table.