"Edith's too darn' orderly. When she puts something away, I can never find it. What can I do for you?"
"I'm Ted Harkness, Mr. McLean."
"I know."
"I want to find out if you'll take care of my father."
"Judging from what I've read in the papers, your dad's taking pretty good care of himself."
Ted said hesitantly, "He can't stay in the Mahela forever. Sooner or later, they'll get him."
"Sooner or later," John McLean said, "they get everybody. Wish people would stop making a joke out of that old saw, 'Crime Doesn't Pay.' It doesn't."
He resumed poking through the desk while Ted stood uncomfortably, not knowing whether or not he'd been dismissed. Two minutes later, John McLean whirled on him.
"Is your dad guilty?"
"No!"