Kerman came to stare at my tense face through the glass door. I shook my head at him, broke the connection and asked the operator to try again.
While she was making another connection, I opened the door.
“No answer,” I said. “She’s trying again.”
Kerman’s face darkened.
“Let’s get on. We have a good hour’s run yet.”
“We’ll do it in better time than that,” I said, and, as I was about to hang up, the operator came on and said the line was in order, but there was no answer.
I rammed down the receiver, and together we ran out of the store. I sent the Buick whipping down the main street, and as soon as we were clear of the town I opened up.
Kerman was trying to read the newspaper, but, at the speed we were going, he had trouble in holding it steady.
“She was found this afternoon,” he bawled in my ear. “She took poison after Salzer had
reported Quell’s death to the police. No word about Anona. Nothing about Nurse Gurney.”