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I bent and pulled at his arm. Ice couldn't=
have been any colder or any stiffer. I went out of the bathroom, leaving=
it unlocked. No need to lock it now. It only makes work for the cops.
"Call Ed Garland," Webber said into the phone. "Have him come over right
away. And tell the flash squad to step on it." He put the phone down and=
barked sharply: "Who handled this gun?" I said: "I did." He came over and
teetered on his heels in front of me and pushed his small sharp chin up at=
me. He held the gun delicately on a handkerchief in his hand.
"But=
this time," she said softly and got up and moved towards me softly across
the carpet, "suppose we make it a little different. Suppose I don't tell
you anything and nothing happens and I do shoot you?"
I said: "The=
way I got the story, Dr. Almore's office nurse put Mrs. Almore to bed that
night. Would that be the one he was supposed to be playing around with?"
Mrs. Grayson said sharply: "Wait a minute. We never saw the girl. But she
had a pretty name. Just give me a minute." We gave her a minute. "Mildred
something," she said, and snapped her teeth.