Dolores felt frightened. Had she and Gollowitz been so obvious? Was Seigel suspicious of them too?
“I really don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, and looked away.
“And yet you strike me as an exceptionally smart woman,” Ferrari returned. “Well, never mind. So long as you don’t pin your faith on Gollowitz you won’t come to any harm.”
She felt a chill run through her. Was he warning her?
“I don’t like riddles,” she said, swinging round to face him. “Suppose I do pin my faith on Gollowitz as you put it — and I most certainly don’t — but suppose I do, what then?”
“You will be disappointed, that’s all.” He finished his whisky. “Can you keep a secret?”
She felt then he wasn’t talking idly. He had a reason for asking.
“Yes,” she returned. “I can keep a secret." “Gollowitz thinks he will take over this organization if anything should happen to your husband. I see no reason why anything should happen to your husband,
but one never knows. Gollowitz will be disappointed. He is a good lawyer, but a bad leader. So don’t pin your faith on a fading star.”
Dolores stared at him. So he had guessed she was preparing a back door. But this information he had just given her was so valuable that she forgot to feel frightened.