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Oh no. No, no, no. Had he been foolish enough to try and check out the Gold Queen mansion by himself?
“After we left the office yesterday, he phoned to say he was driving to Congress to handle a domestic complaint, but he didn’t give me any other details.” I could hear her blowing her nose. “He’s been late before,” she went on, snuffling. “Sometimes he doesn’t come home until three or four in the morning, but he always calls to tell me what’s happening and where he is going. This time he’s not answering his phone. What should I do?”
Consumed with burgeoning remorse, I prayed that he had gone to Congress. I told Ada about our conversation. “It’s possible he was following up on information I gave him about Nelson Trotter, so I’d suggest calling the Department of Publi
