He seemed to hesitate. She touched his arm. “Please Henry.”
“What wakened you?”
“A noise in that room. Like sawing. Have you been there?”
Again Henry hesitated. “It’s locked,” he said.
“Where’s the detective? Shouldn’t you find him?”
“Come with me.”
So he was going to let her stay with him. She followed him across the landing. He paused at a door, bent down to listen. Then, very gingerly, he turned the handle and with his head motioned Roberta to come closer. She obeyed. Through the crack of the door came the sound of snoring, very deep and stertorous.
“Night nurse,” breathed Henry and closed the door.
“What are you going to do? Find the detective?”
“I’d like to find out for myself what she’s up to.”