Dr. Alftmont came in behind me and closed the door.
Bertha said, “Well, well, Donald. You do get around, don’t you?”
“How long have you been here?” I asked.
“About an hour,” she said.
Dr. Alftmont crossed over to sit behind his desk. “This is terrible,” he said, “terrible!”
I kept my eyes on Bertha. “How much did you tell him?” I asked.
“I explained the situation to him.”
I said, “All right. Just a minute,” and walked around the office, looking in behind the pictures and bookcase, moving the framed pictures out from the wall.
Dr. Alftmont said, “What are you loo—”
I held up a warning finger to my lips, and motioned to the wall.