She jumped to her feet, eluded Pug’s reaching hand with a swiftly graceful motion, vanished into the bedroom, returned after a moment with some newspaper clippings. I glanced through them. They had been cut from a newspaper and fastened together with a paper clip. The line along the edge of the paper was in irregular waves as though the cutting had been done very hastily.
“Could I take these for a few hours?” I asked. “I’d bring them back in the morning.”
“No,” Pug said.
I handed them back to her.
“I don’t see why not, Pug,” she said.
“Listen, babe, we ain’t going to help the law in this thing. If that girl took a powder, she had her own reason for doing it. Let’s mind our own business and keep our own noses clean.”
Pug turned to me. “I don’t exactly get you,” he said.
“What about me?”
“That slot machine. There was something funny about it. You don’t work that racket?”
I shook my head.