“Quite a girl.”
“I hear there was a shindig up at Salzer’s place,” I said, watching him. “Looks as if your Sports fund’s going to suffer.”
“I’d cry about that. I don’t have to worry about sport at my age.”
We brooded over each other for a minute or so, then I said, “Anyone report a girl named Gurney missing? She was another of Salzer’s nurses.”
He pulled at his thick nose, shook his head.
“Nope. Another of Salzer’s nurses, did you say?”
“Yeah. Nice girl: got a good body, but maybe you’re a mite old to bother about bodies.”
Bradley said he was a little old for that kind of thing, but he was staring thoughtfully at me now.
“She wouldn’t be any good to you, anyway; she’s dead,” I said.
“Are you trying to tell me something or are you just being tricky?” he asked, an acid note in his voice.