“No dealer’s imprint?”
“No.”
“Does the lettering on this tag look anything like the lettering on the other tag?”
“It looks just like it.” She put her hand on his arm suddenly, but she was looking at Keats. “Lieutenant, I’d like to speak to Mr. Queen privately for a minute.”
“I don’t have any secrets from Keats.” Ellery was glancing down at his arm.
“Please?”
Keats walked over to one of the windows with the box. He lifted the blind, squinting along the slick surface of the box.
“Ellery, is it what happened the other night?” Her voice was at its throatiest, very low.
“Nothing happened the other night.”
“Maybe that’s the trouble.” She laughed.