“Max Weidmer. He and Cattley used to work together.”
Duffy nodded. “Okay; put her to bed, Alice, and be nice to her.”
As Alice led her from the room, Olga said, “But his face? How did he get so knocked about?”
Sam jerked his head. “She was talking about you.”
“Know where this Weidmer hangs out?”
Sam frowned. “Now what?” he asked.
“Come on.” Duffy’s face was set.
Sam went to the telephone and spun the dial. While he ’phoned Duffy went into the bathroom and washed his face and hands. Sam came in a moment later. “He’s got a room at the Lexingham Hotel.”
Duffy said, “Thanks,” then he walked into the sitting-room again.
Sam came in looking lost. “What’s breaking now?”