“I know how to make it. Heaven knows I have enough times.”
“Okay, I’m not going to argue about it. Just snap into it.”
The girl made the gravy. Lowry licked his thick lips, and said, “I think I can make something out of this, Lam.”
I said, “You hold me, and when you finally turn me in to get a reward I’ll tell the police all about how you kept me here.”
He laughed and said, “Your word isn’t going to be worth a damn now. You’ll be trying to tell the police you didn’t kill the girl, and your fingerprints will show all over the back of the book. The lipstick smears were all over your handkerchief. Anything you tell the police isn’t going to do you a damn bit of good. I can make a trade all right, and I think I can collect some dough.”
“Well, don’t think you’re going to leave me here with him,” the girl said, “I…”
“Shut up, Babe. I’ve got to do a little heavy thinking. What did you want those pictures for, Lam?”
“I was working on a case.”
“What kind of a case?”
“Oh, just one of those love-pact things! A murder and suicide.”