“Five bucks! The gambler!”
“Salzer’s car, huh?” Kerman said.
I nodded.
“Maybe we did tip our hand.” I looked at Paula. “Have you anything on Salzer?”
“I’ll see.” She put a card down before me. “That might interest you. It’s all the information we have on Janet Crosby.”
I read the details while she went into the card-index room that led off the outer office.
“Dancing, tennis and golf,” I said, looking across the desk at Kerman. “Doesn’t sound like someone with heart disease. Intimate friends, Joan Parmetta and Douglas Sherrill. A couple of years back she was engaged to Sherrill, but broke it off. No reason given. Who’s Sherrill anyway?”
“Never heard of him. Want me to find out?”
“It wouldn’t be a bad idea if you went along and saw this Parmetta girl and Sherrill. Tell them you used to be an old friend of Janet in her San Francisco days. You’ll have to get the background in case they try and trip you. Paula will get that for you. What I want, Jack, is their reaction to her having heart trouble. Maybe she did have a wacky heart, but if she didn’t, then we really have something to work on.”
“Okay,” Kerman said.