CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The man hung up the phone on his office desk. He had made up his mind. Springer had to go. He hadn’t agonized over it for Springer’s sake, but had merely been weighing the risk against the reward during the ten minute phone conversation. The fact was he didn’t even like Springer. Springer was weak and weakness was the one trait that he really couldn’t tolerate. Furthermore, Springer had a conscience. His heart was never in their enterprise one hundred per cent. It always seemed that the detective was looking for a way out of it. Springer had called him at work that afternoon and voiced his fears that things were unraveling. He said he was worried that he might be a suspect in the Gulden murder. Not that he had killed Gulden, of course. But he was scared that the investigat
