When we got inside Peppi’s house Lew Shoved me into the sitting room.
The butler was in there fussing with a decanter. He looked at me with a tight smile on his crooked face.
Peppi said: “Get Miss Brandt.”
The butler went out.
Peppi and Law left me standing in the middle of the room and went over to the window. They whispered together and then Law gave a low laugh.
“Don’t waste too much time,” I said, feeling uneasy. “You’ve only got another thirty-five minutes to turn Arym over to me.”
“That’ll be long enough,” Peppi said.
“I’m not bluffing,” I said. “I’ve got you where I want you. Give me the girl or that picture goes to Summers. Where is she?”
Peppi shook his head. “I don’t know,” he said. “And I don’t care. I warned you not to double-cross me. Now you’re going to get your lesson.”
The door opened and Lydia Brandt came in. She looked at me much the same way a tiger looks at its dinner.