“May I make a suggestion?” Saul inquired.
“Yes indeed.”
“Maybe they’d rather have us phone Mr. Sperling to ask—”
“No!” Mom cried.
“Much obliged,” I thanked Saul. “You remind me of Mr. Wolfe.” I returned to them. “Now it will have to be even better. Where did you get the key?”
“From Rony,” Jimmy muttered sullenly.
“When did he give it to you?”
“A long while ago. I’ve had it—”
“That’s a swell start,” I said encouragingly. “He had something here, or you thought he had, which you wanted so much that you two came here to get it the first possible chance after he died, but he gave you a key long ago so you could drop in for it someday while he was at his office. Mr. Panzer and I don’t care for that. Try another one.”
They exchanged glances.