CHAPTER SIXTEENWarning
Bardo got no answer. Recovering his breath, he spoke louder: “You hear me, Mr. Gamadge?”
“Yes, go ahead.”
“Mr. Gamadge, I can’t believe it yet. I’m here at Geegan’s, he wanted me to call you right away; tell you myself. I’ve had the shock of my life, and Shaff has too, and we’ve seen some things. But this—well, here’s the way it was.
“We were right there at that beer joint, me at the back in a booth, Shaff outside in the car, off to the left of the entrance, reading a paper. The subject is sitting at the table in the window, making his beer last and smoking.
“Pretty soon along comes a very swell-looking young dame, she’s on foot. I’d say she dismissed her cab at the corner. She’s in her middle twenties, streamlined, riding high, she’s—”
“I know who it was, Bard
