“Okay, Mike,” I called. “Let’s go.”
As Mike joined me, the door at the end of the corridor burst open and the hatchet-face nurse appeared. She gave one gaping look at us and the ruined wall and started to scream.
We scrambled down the ladder and piled into the truck.
Paula was already at the driving-wheel, and, as we scrambled into the back of the truck, she let in the clutch and drove crazily across the flower beds.
Kerman had laid Anona on the floor and was looking down at her.
“Yum, yum,” he said, and twirled his moustache. “If I’d known she was as good as this, I’d have come sooner.”
Chapter V
I
A buzzer buzzed, and the platinum blonde unwound her slinky form from behind her desk and came over to me. She said Mr. Willet would see me now. She spoke as if she were in church, and looked as if she should have been in the front row of Izzy Jacob’s pretties at the Orchid Room Follies.
I followed the sway of her hips across the outer office to the inner sanctum. She tapped on the door with an emerald green nail, opened it and tucked up a stray curl the way women have as she said, “Mr. Malloy is here.”