CHAPTER FIFTEENMrs. Goudeket tottered into the marble lobby of the schoolhouse. A flaring pressure lamp threw grotesque shadows against the polished walls and the room was almost empty. Some men dozed over their card tables and desks. Outside the last of the ambulance-fitted six-by-sixes was rolling noisily away with the last of the casualties.
Chief Brayer’s head snapped up from a nodding doze as she cleared her throat.
“Chief?” Mrs. Goudeket said timidly. “Just a few hours since I asked, but I think things have changed a lot, hah?”
He focused on her with difficulty and said at last, “Oh. The lady from the hotel.”
“Goudeket’s Green Acres,” she said automatically, with pride. “I was thinking that now maybe things are more under control, hah? So maybe you could spare me a car, some gas.
