“That wasn’t a bad frame,” Shayne confessed. “But it wasn’t good enough.”
“You’re not going to make him use it?”
“I hope not.” Shayne spoke very carefully, choosing each word. “I don’t want to make him use it. There’s no sense in both of us dragging the other one down.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m warning Denton,” said Shayne, “that he walked into something last night. He pulled a boner.”
“That raid you got caught in?” Soule looked incredulous. He shook his head. “Don’t worry about Denton. He knows every angle.”
“I’m not talking about the raid. His mistake was hanging the Margo Macon murder on Evalyn Jordan.”
“I don’t get you,” Soule said.
Shayne looked surprised. “Hell, maybe you don’t, at that. Did Denton tell you the girl confessed?”
“I haven’t had much chance to talk with him.” Soule looked perplexed. “What are you trying to pull?”