Farradyne eyed Clevis for a moment. "Supposing for the moment that this odd evidence I have—"
"Based upon a grunt, a cry and an exclamation."
"—is true. Then mightn't they prefer to let people into their organization who, they know, have a good pitch sense?"
Clevis looked back at Farradyne. "We've spent years following less rational will-o-the-wisps than that. Perhaps we should follow this crackpot idea for a couple."
"Well, let me toss you one more. During the next few days I am going to startle Carolyn Niles, and I hope she cries out or whatever in three notes. Then I'll have a tie-up."
"How so?"
"She has a hellflower-operator background. She'll have a three-noted cry. And she'll be immune to the God damned flowers her gang deals in. And there is something more than money in this."
"Okay, for the time being that's your game. But in the meantime, what are you going to do with Norma?"
Farradyne eyed Clevis carefully. "You are going to drive off with her."
"What makes you think I'm going to drive off with a doped-to-the-eyes hellflower addict?"