‘Have you come in here just to pick my brains?’
"No; nothing like that. I came here to swop some information.’
Mifflin’s face lit up and he gave me a quick, searching look.
"You got anything?’
‘Not much. It’s confidential. Last night, Mrs. Dedrick called me up. You can guess what she wanted.’
‘She’s got the ransom demand, and you’re to deliver the dough, is that it?’
I nodded.
‘She doesn’t want the police to know.’
‘She wouldn’t,’ Mifflin said, bitterly; ‘but she expects us to get her husband back. When?’
‘Tomorrow night. They’ll call her and give her final instructions.’