“Any clues?”
“Apparently none. The police aren’t exactly communicative. I had to get information that was bootlegged out.”
“Nice goings,” I said.
“What are you going to do, lover?”
“Just keep circulating.”
“Mr. Crumweather’s office called up. It seems that Mr. Crumweather is very anxious to see you.”
“Say what he wanted?”
“No. He just wanted to talk with you.”
“Sociable old buzzard, isn’t he?”
“Uh-huh. Donald, watch your step.”