“I hope not.”
She handed me a wire.
Congratulations to your owl. Arriving eight-thirty plane. Meet me airport.
The signature was Emory G. Hale.
“I know,” I said. “I telephoned him,”
“What did you telephone him?”
“That I’d found Roberta Fenn.”
“I thought you said not to tell him.”
“No. It’s all right to tell him that.”
Bertha said, “The afternoon papers have headlines. Solution of New Orleans murder sought here. The paper says police are looking for Roberta Fenn. They’ve dug up the stuff about her being mixed up in the murder of Howard Chandler Craig, the guy who was killed by Rixmann, the petting-party bandit.”