LOCKED DOORS
I
“You promised,” I reminded Mr. Patton, “to play with cards on the table.”
“My dear young lady,” he replied, “I have no cards! I suspect a game, that’s all.”
“Then—do you need me?”
The detective bent forward, his arms on his desk, and looked me over carefully.
“What sort of shape are you in? Tired?”
“No.”
“Nervous?”
“Not enough to hurt.”