Conrad pulled a face.
“No. She still swears she didn’t see anyone at Dead End, but at least she isn’t asking to go home any more. I think she realizes she’ll have to stay hidden until things cool off a little.”
“We’ll come back to her in a moment,” Forest said, reaching for a cigar. As he removed the band, he went on, “What’s Weiner got to say?”
“He’s admitted going after Miss Coleman. He says he was told to kill her by Seigel, but I can’t get much more out of him.”
“In other words, he’s given you enough to hold him and to keep him out of danger, but no more.”
“That’s about right. He says he doesn’t know anything about Maurer. He makes out he is Seigel’s man, that he doesn’t even know Seigel works for Maurer. He’s lying, of course, and I’m hoping to persuade him to change his story. There’s no point in going after Seigel. We want Maurer, and if we arrest Seigel we’ll only be side-tracking ourselves.”
Forest nodded.
“We’ve got to hook Seigel to Maurer if Weiner’s evidence is going to be of any use.”
Conrad frowned. He flicked ash into the glass bowl on Forest’s desk.
“I just can’t make Weiner believe he is safe with us,” he said irritably. “He’s completely convinced that sooner or later the organization will reach him. If I could convince him they can’t get at him, then I think he would open up.”