“He’s dumb.”
“And Breckenridge, the manager, thought I was telling the truth.”
“Do you mean to say you just blundered in there and didn’t know the machines were fixed?”
“The woman next door told me I could find Helen Framley hanging out around the slot machines at the Cactus Patch.”
They exchanged glances. Pug gave a low whistle.
“How did she know?” the girl asked.
“She said she’d seen you there several times as she walked past.”
“I wish she’d mind her own business for a change,” the girl said savagely. “She told you about Pug being in here, too, just now, didn’t she?”
I nodded, then said, “She didn’t have to. I knew he was in the closet.”
“Yes, you did,” Pug said derisively.