"Well," Malone said, "you sure looked like—"
"I was tired," Dorothea said.
Malone shrugged. "Okay. You were tired."
"You're not mad, are you," she said, "because I stole your notebook?"
"Of course not," Malone said. "I said forget it, didn't I? Sit down and help us out."
"Help you?" she said.
"That's right," Boyd said. "Help us figure out how to catch this bunch of maniacs before they steal everything in New York."
Dorothea said, "Maniacs? I—" and Malone interrupted her in a hurry.
"Police Commissioner Fernack has called twice this morning already," he said. "He's screaming about all the burglaries that have been occurring since midnight last night."
"Oh," Dorothea said. "You mean the Spooks? Mike and the others?
They've been stealing again?"