Judy’s lawyer Mr. Martin, of the firm Martin, Ellicott and Breckenridge (catering exclusively—and with the utmost discretion—to the élite of the divorce colony), was with her when I got back upstairs. I was still shaking from my encounter with Mr. Steve Ewing, and still dazed by the facts that his spying camera had disclosed . . . and still completely bewildered by them. What was Clem Bonner doing in Reno? Why hadn’t Judy told me he was there? It was all totally incomprehensible—all except Kaye Gorman’s coming out. The reason for that was clear enough, now. So was her intense, acidly-controlled outburst against Judy a few minutes before. So was the strange expression on her face when I asked her to call Clem in New York. That must have seemed very funny indeed, I thought as I shook hands w
