"I'm not accusing anyone else," Frey said. "What are you going to do?"
She blinked and then she looked at her wrist watch and then she looked at the marble. "I have a lot of work to finish before three thirty this afternoon," she said. "Please go now."
She turned, took up her mallet and chisel, and started to work on the marble. She acted as if Frey had already walked out of the pale orange room.
He shrugged and walked out.
The Jap servant followed him to the door. He said to the Jap, "Tell Miss Rillette that I'll be back—after three thirty."
He walked down the steps and stepped into the parked coupe.
He turned the key in the ignition lock and said, "No go."
"What happened?" this other guy said. This other guy was Mogin. He was about as tall as Frey and he weighed a little over 200 pounds. He had close-cropped blond hair and pretty blue eyes and he was a very tough boy.
"She don't know from nothing," Frey said. He took the car around the corner and stepped on the gas.
"What do we do now?" Mogin said.