“You don’t know how long you’ll be gone?”
“No.”
“You’ll be going out to the house to pack up some things and—”
“I won’t be going anywhere to pack up anything. I’m going over to the garage, get the agency car, and get started. I’ll buy what clothes I need.”
“You’re leaving right away?”
“Just one thing I have to attend to.”
“What’s that?”
“Winding up Mr. Fischler’s business transaction.”
“I can drive you up to the Commons Building.”
“Let’s telephone first,” I said. “Wait here. I’ll be back.”