"And if her husband doesn't meet me at the door with a shotgun," Puffy asked, "what do I ask her?"
Jim shot an appraising look toward the deserted corner ahead, whipped the coupe up beside a traffic officer and opened the door.
"From now on," he said, "we are interested in Lardner. He's a busy man these days. Mary ought to know where her boss is. Women like that have an idea of everything that is going on. Find out where Lardner went and meet me at the apartment as soon as you can."
Puffy was already on the sidewalk.
"Leave it to me, Cinderella," he said. "I get the idea. If you can't follow the fox, you're gonna follow the wolf and let him lead you to her."
Drake nodded and smiled after the sturdy figure with a growing respect.
"Move along there!" The gruff voice came from his side. "Can't be holding traffic all night for you."
Drake turned, saw the officer grinning at him, and shot into the traffic.
