“Answer the question and snap it up!” Bardin barked. “Where is she?”
“We left her in the amusement park.”
“Alone?”
“No, she’s with Burt.”
“Burt — who?”
“Why, Burt Stevens, of course. What’s all this about?”
Bardin glanced at Conrad, who asked, “Has this Stevens guy got a birth-mark?”
“That’s right. A port-wine stain down the right side of his face.”
“Are you sure his name is Stevens?”
“He said it was. Is there something wrong, then?”