“I doubt it. What for?”
“Patricia Lowell entered here at six o’clock and is still here. The other four entered fifteen minutes ago. I told you Monday evening to lay off. I told you your license was suspended, and here you are with your office full. I’m coming in.”
“I still doubt it. I have no client. My job for Mr. Koven, which you know about, has been finished, and I have sent him a bill. These people are here to discuss an action for damages which I have brought against Mr. Koven. I don’t need a license for that. I’m shutting the door.”
He tried to, but it didn’t budge. I could see the tip of Cramer’s toe at the bottom of the crack.
“By God, this does it,” Cramer said savagely. “You’re through.”
“I thought I was already through. But this—”
“I can’t hear you! The wind.”
“This is preposterous, talking through a crack. Descend to the sidewalk, and I’ll come out. Did you hear that?”
“Yes.”
“Very well. To the sidewalk.”