“I wish you would. Any other ideas will be welcomed. If only I could convince Weiner he was safe.”
“Maybe he’ll come around. We have a little time. Keep after him, Paul.” Forest shifted his chair back so he could cross his legs. “Now tell me about the girl.”
“She’s a bit of an enigma,” Conrad said, rubbing his chin. “I’m damned if I know what to make of her.”
Forest, who missed nothing, was surprised at Conrad’s despondent tone. He glanced quickly at the lean, strong face and wondered at the unhappy frown. He looked away, alert now. Why the sudden change of tone in Conrad’s voice when the girl was mentioned? he wondered. From long experience in court he had learned to suspect any relation between man and woman. Was there something developing here?
“In what way, Paul?” he asked mildly.
Conrad lifted his shoulders.
“I’m as certain as I sit here she saw Maurer at Dead End. Why doesn’t she admit it? After all, by keeping silent, she’s making herself an accessory after the fact.”
“Have you reminded her of that?”
Conrad looked up. His eyes shifted away from Forest’s inquiring gaze.
“Not yet. I thought it would sound as if I were threatening her. She’s not the type to be threatened.”