OUTSIDE IN the street Spig saw the long lanky figure of Pete Greenway headed over from the Times-Gazette building, and turned into a side street to avoid him and get to the Twoheys’. Actually there was no real reason for him to go there except the off-chance that the old judge was right about his son’s not being totally devoid of imagination and legal resources, and that, slow but sure, Nat Twohey might come up with something that would keep another honky-tonk version of Devon Death Strip off the Ashton place and the bridge approach. And it was hardly that so much as some inner feeling that he’d better check with Nat even if he was laid up with his heart and the second Mrs. Twohey was a necessary hazard. She could be marketing . . . or hunting Dunning.
O’Leary grinned without conviction a
