She looked up at me with wide, innocent eyes and said, “Well, I certainly will do exactly as Mr. Ellis suggested. If he doesn’t want me to read the papers, then I won’t read them.”
“That’s fine. I know he’ll appreciate it.”
“Was there anything else Mr. Ellis asked you to tell me?” she asked.
“If there was, I can’t think of it now. I—”
I was interrupted by an indignant pounding on the door. I walked over and opened it. Mrs. Eldridge was glaring at me from the threshold. She didn’t say a word, but pushed the door open, took a chair, slammed it down so that it held the door open, turned, and pounded down the corridor.
Marian Dunton looked at me and burst out laughing.
Chapter Ten
I dropped in at Bertha Cool’s apartment shortly before midnight. She said, “For God’s sake, where have you been?”
“Out working,” I said. “Where’s Marian? Do you know?”
“No. I called her four or five times, trying to get in touch with you. I thought you were out with her.”