"Well," Malone said, "no." She looked even more puzzled.
Malone hastened to explain before he got to the point where conversation was impossible.
"Federal Bureau of Investigation," he said. After a second he thought of a clarification and added, "FBI."
"Oh," the girl said. "Oh."
"But you can call me Ken," Malone said.
"All right—Ken," she said. "And you call me Dorothy."
"Sure," he said. He tried it out. "Dorothy." It felt swell.
"Well," she said after a second.
"Oh," Malone said. "Were you looking for a detective? Because if I can help in any way—"
"Not exactly," Dorothy said. "Just a little routine business. I'll go on in and—"