CHAPTER 19Sorry, he repeated, silently. Last time he’d heard Mitzi say it, she’d been lying in her teeth, to Baskoulos. But why would the maid lie now, to Don? Yet she must have been; she hadn’t even said “in an hour or so” or “I’ll call Doctor Soames and see.”
He dressed swiftly, slid the butter back in the refrigerator, ate the toast on the way down in the elevator. It was five-thirty when he parked in the “No Parking” zone at the Vauclair.
The lobby, ordinarily deserted at that hour, was now a-hum with Archivists. Freddy wasn’t at the desk. Don went up to his suite, rapped on the door where the “Do Not Disturb” sign hung.
It took a wait and prolonged knuckling before Mitzi inquired, “What is it?”
Don said: “I have my key, Mitzi; I’m coming in anyhow if you don’t open the door.”
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