I shook my head.
She regarded me bitterly for a moment, and said, “You certainly play a funny game, all take and no give.”
I said, “I’m sorry, Marian. You wanted to play partners and pool information. I couldn’t do it that way. You’re working for the newspaper and want a story. I want something else. Publicity wouldn’t help my game any.”
She drew little aimless diagrams with her pencil on the pad of paper in front of her. After a minute, she said, “Well, we understand each other.”
“Your uncle in?” I asked.
“No. He’s gone fishing.”
“When did he go?”
“Early yesterday morning.”
“Then he doesn’t know about the big news.”
“What?”