“You do remember when she excused herself because she wasn’t feeling well?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Well, this moment I’m asking about came shortly before that. She exchanged looks with some man nearby, and it was her reaction to that that made Mrs. Orwin ask her what was the matter. What I’m interested in is that exchange of looks. If you saw it and can remember it, and can describe the man she exchanged looks with, I wouldn’t give a damn if you stripped Mrs. Orwin clean and ten more like her.”
“I didn’t see it.”
“You didn’t.”
“No.”
“You didn’t say you’re sorry.”
“I am, of course, if it would help—”
“To hell with you!” Cramer banged his fist on the table so hard the trays danced. “Levy! Take him out and tell Stebbins to send him down and lock him up. Material witness. Put more men on him. He’s got a record somewhere. Find it!”
“I wish to phone my attorney,” Brown said quietly but emphatically.