“He runs true to type as you can see,” he murmured. “Both the women he has mentioned disappeared; one about two years ago, the other recently. The cases were reported in the newspapers. For some odd reason they prey on his mind.”
“Quite so,” Kerman said seriously. He studied me, and behind the thick glasses his eyes seemed to squint.
“And there’s another thing you should know.” I half sat up and whispered, “I have a handcuff on my leg.”
Lessways and Linkheimer had joined Salzer and were staring at me.
Kerman raised his eyebrows languidly.
“Is that true?” he asked Salzer.
Salzer inclined his head. His smile was for the whole of suffering humanity.
“Sometimes he is a little troublesome,” he said regretfully. “You understand?”
“Quite so,” Kerman said, and looked pained. He did it so well I wanted to kick him.
Bland came away from the window and stood at the head of my bed.