"You know what she looks like."
"But I don't. I took the case on such short notice that I didn't have a chance to get a picture or even a description of her."
Smith regarded him shrewdly. "What did she do?"
"She murdered her father," Blake said.
Smith guffawed. "I should have known it would be something like that. Ties in perfectly. By the way, what's her name?"
"Sabrina York—not that it's any of your business."
"Oh, but it is my business—as much my business as yours. As a matter of fact, I'm going to help you find her."
Blake stood up. "No, you're not," he said. "You're going to get out of my mind and you're going to stay out—"
