“When did you go to the house last, Steve?”
Steve reflected.
“About a couple of weeks ago, I reckon.”
“See the kid?”
Steve shook his head.
“Seeing his nibs ain’t my long suit these days. I may be wrong, but I got the idea there was a dead-line for me about three blocks away from the nursery. I asked Keggs was the coast clear, but he said the Porter dame was in the ring, so I kind of thought I’d better away. I don’t seem to fit in with all them white tiles and thermometers.”
“You used to see him every day when we were here. And you didn’t seem to contaminate him, as far as any one could notice.”
There was a silence.
“Do you see him often, colonel?”
Kirk laughed.