Pug opened the door. “So long, guy,” he said. “Nice meeting you. Don’t come back. Good-by.”
The door slammed.
I looked at the door of the adjoining apartment and saw that there was a ribbon of light coming out from under the door.
I tiptoed gently down the stairs.
I walked out and stood in a doorway, watching the sidewalk, and waiting. The street lights were on now.
After a while, I saw Helen Framley walking down the street, a neat little package that would attract attention anywhere.
I sauntered along behind.
She went into one of the casinos, and started playing the wheel of fortune long enough to register with the gang around the place as one of the players. Then she went over to the cashier’s desk, opened her purse, pulled out an assortment of nickels, dimes, and quarters and got them changed into currency. She came out, crossed the street, went to another casino, and repeated the operation. When she came out of that place, I was waiting for her.
“Hello,” I said.
There was sudden fear in her eyes. “What are you doing here?”