“No, I’m not. I’m not talking enough. Now, listen, Mr. Lam, I’m just like any other woman. I’m curious. Well, after this Mr. Dearbor — this engineer started asking me questions, I made up my mind I’d find out what he was talking about, so I wrote to a friend in Los Angeles to get clippings from the newspapers.”
“Now,” I said, “we’re doing a lot better. How about the clippings?”
“They were mailed to me.”
“What did you learn?”
“Nothing you don’t know. Just the stuff that was in the newspapers.”
“I haven’t seen the papers,” I said. “I was only employed on the case a short time ago. You got those clippings with you?”
“They’re in the bureau drawer.”
“How about letting me see them?”
“Lay off,” Pug said.
“Oh, forget it, Pug. There’s no reason why he shouldn’t see the newspaper clippings.”