around me, and now I lost my patience.
"See here, McCann," I said, hotly, "are you, to use Shevlin's expression, trying to kid me? Every time I
see you I am brought face to face with some fresh outrage against credibility. First it is your doll in the
car. Then Shevlin. And now your witch's ladder. What's your idea?"
He looked at me with narrowed eyes, a faint flush reddening the high check-bones.
"The only idea I got," he drawled more slowly than usual, "is to see the boss on his feet. An' to get
whoever got him. As for Shevlin-you don't think he was faking, do you?"
"I do not," I answered. "But I am reminded that you were beside Ricori in the car when he was stabbed.
And I cannot help wondering how it was that you discovered Shevlin so quickly today."
"Meaning by that?" he asked.