He was wandering about the room, his hands in his pockets, his head bent. When he stopped:
“What am I to do with the girl, Audrey?”
“Get rid of her. That's easy.”
“Not so easy as it sounds.”
He told her of Dunbar and the photographs, of Rudolph Klein, and the problem as he saw it.
“So there I am,” he finished. “If I let her go, I lose one of the links in Dunbar's chain. If I keep her?”
“Can't Natalie talk to him? Sometimes a woman can get to the bottom of these things when a man can't. He might tell her all about it.”
“Possibly. But I think it unlikely Natalie would tell me.”
She leaned over and patted his hand impulsively.
“What devils we women are!” she said. “Now and then one of us gets what she deserves. That's me. And now and then one of us get's something she doesn't deserve. And that's Natalie. She's over-indulgent to Graham.”