Chapter 8
HE WAS BACK in the blue-lighted upper hall of the Normandie again. Again he was impressed with the feeling that the residents of this apartment house were familiar with the law in its more unpleasant aspects; that they were very careful indeed to mind strictly their own business. All except the blonde with the yellow silk pajamas and the sleepy-looking fat man in the trick red-and-green bathrobe. It was this fat man, Dutch DeGroot, that McCloud wanted particularly to see at this time, though here again he ran into something of an enigma.
The Dutchman had been conspicuous by his absence for ;the last couple of years. And so far as McCloud knew, the jewel thief was not wanted by the police. But he did have a police record, and to think that he would, without cause, risk being pic
