"I'm wondering if it was an act," Earl said frowning.
"Of course it was—had to be if she's the same girl. But she didn't let on she knew you at all."
"That's why I wonder if it was an act. There was something strange about her. I can't quite put my finger on it—or yes I can. She's changed. Today her whole personality is different. And where did she get papers authentic enough to fool Glassman?"
"Why don't you ask her when she comes here?" Basil suggested.
Earl shook his head. "I wonder if she could be under some sort of hypnosis? No, wait. It isn't any more absurd than a paralysis gun. If she doesn't stay here tonight I'm going to follow her and see where she goes. Are you with me?"
"Uh," Basil hesitated. "Depends on when she leaves the building. Irene and I have sort of a date to have dinner at the Red Barn at six o'clock."
"Go ahead," Earl said, grinning. "I'll probably have more success alone anyway. We'd get in each other's way."
"Why don't you ask Glassman where she's staying? It's probably some hotel in town."
"I'll think about it," Earl said.
When Basil left, Earl went to the window and looked toward the hill. Would Nadine go there? Was there some hiding place on the hill where she would go, to wait until tomorrow, after her "day's work" was done?