furnish her with a script, Ringrose began to explain.
Yes, yes, I know all that, Jack interrupted impatiently.
If you will allow me to tell the story . . . Ringrose, it was evident, was making a fairly successful effort to control his temper.
Oh, go ahead! Jack said.
She had made an appointment for him to meet Schwarzstein, one of the head executives of Invincible. His time is valuable . . .
A hell of a lot we care about his time! Jack sputtered.
Ringrose glared at him, but continued: The night before this appointment Mr. Deacon climbs out of a window and disappears.
What in hell right had she to lock him up? Jack demanded. I guess he's a free agent.
This looks pretty bad, feller. The sheriff addressed Ringrose who seemed to be in charge of the case.
Imperia was moaning softly into her handkerchief.
It does look bad, sheriff, Ringrose admitted. It looks damn bad. I told you Imperia had been foolish. When she discovered that he had disappeared she lodged a complaint with the police, even said
