Gollowitz’s brain was working fast. If this was true then Maurer was as good as in the chair.
“Where is this drain?” he asked.
“In the changing room at Dead End: the changing room to the swimmingpool.”
“What’s the D.A. doing about it?”
“Conrad and O’Brien with a photographer are going out there now.”
“Are they on their way?”
“They will be in five minutes.”
“Thanks, Captain. I’ll take care of it,” Gollowitz said, and hung up. He looked at Seigel. “Maurer dropped a gold pencil down a drain in the changing room of the swimming-pool at June Arnot’s place. It might tie him into Arnot’s murder if it is found. Three cops are going out there to get it. I want that pencil. Go and get it!”
This was something Seigel could understand. He had been worried by his failure to kill Weiner, and still more worried that Gollowitz had called in Ferrari. He felt now that he could reinstate himself by succeeding in this job.
“I’ll fix it,” he said, and went quickly from the room.