“Mrs. Emlyn has just shot and killed de Gradoff, Art. He’s on the balcony. She’s here, in this room.”
Two of the other men in Bestoso’s car passed Fish. One was a uniformed officer, one was B. Meggs.
“Upstairs, Miller. Call Headquarters, and take over.” Bestoso started into the reception room.
“I’ve called them, Art,” Dodo said. She stood erect. “I was flying him to Canada. It’s my fault.”
“Okay, take it easy,” Bestoso said.
“It is not her fault, Bestoso. I killed him.” Alla Emlyn’s voice came through the reception room door. “The gun is on the table there. I’d like to speak to Finlay before I go.”
Bestoso picked up the revolver and slipped it into his pocket. He motioned Finlay inside.
“You’d better clear out of here, Dodo. My people are going to—”
“I’m staying.” Dodo moved in fro
