“Birch.”
“He’s dead. Who to now?”
“I don’t know.”
“I guess we took the cord off too soon. If Leopold Heim had paid you the ten grand or any part of it, what would you have done with it?”
“Held onto it until I got word.”
“Word from whom?”
“I don’t know.”
I got up. “The cord, Fred.”
“Wait a minute,” Egan pleaded. “You asked me where I got the tip on Leopold Heim. I got leads two ways, straight from Birch, and on the phone. A woman would call and give it to me.”
“What woman?”