what you think you know. You realize that, Mrs. Haven.â He looked at her, and she made herself meet his eyes. âWe have to know,â he said. He said nothing more, took her out of the apartment house to a car parked in front of it. He spoke to the man behind the wheel.
âTake Mrs. Haven home, Blake,â he said. âThen come back.â
âRight,â Blake said. Weigand opened the rear door and Freddie Haven got into the car. âGood night,â Bill Weigand said. He watched the car start up, for a moment regarded it. Then he went back into the apartment house. His thin face was thoughtful.
He knocked briefly on the door of the Northsâ apartment and then pushed it open. Pam and Jerry were much as he had left them. âWell,â Pam said, âthe coffeeâs hot, now.â
Bill Weigand took off his coat and, abstractedly, said, âGood.â He took a cup of coffee, poured a little cognac into it. He sipped and said, âGood,â again, in a different tone, and then sat down.
âYouâre not in a spot,â he said, then. âIâm not going to ask you anything.â
The Norths looked at him.
âYeah?â Jerry said.
âOfficially,â Bill Weigand said, âI didnât stop in. Why should I? Officially, I have no idea that Mrs. Haven came here toâget you to help her? Get your advice?â He shook his head when Pam started to speak. âAdvise her. Help her.â He looked at them; tired as he appeared to be, he also appeared to be amused.
âBill!â Pam said. âYouâBill!â
He merely smiled at her.
âNot on a spot!â Pam said. âWhat would you call a spot? Run with the hare, hunt with the hounds!â
âIs she the hare?â Bill wanted to know.
âAnd,â Pam said, with some bitterness, âI made you fresh coffee! No, I donât think she is.â
âThen thereâs no harm done,â Bill told her. âIf sheâs not theâhareâsheâs not being hunted. What you find out may help. It wonât hurt.â
âIt is a spot,â Jerry North said. He was sober. âWe didnât ask for confidences butâwe got them.â He looked at Bill. âWell?â he said.
Bill said he appreciated that. His tone, now, was serious. He realized he could get them to tell; that he would only have to ask. He also realized that they would not be happy, telling. That, he told them, was part of it.
âAlso,â he said, âyouâre in it again. Both of you. Officially, youâre not, of course. Butâofficially Iâm not here, not here to tell you that, or anything. If you can help her, help her. If, along the way, you find the man who killed Kirkhill, youâll let me know.â He paused. âWhereâs the spot?â he said.
âThe whole thingâs a spot,â Pam North told him. âYouâre throwing us into it; tying us up and throwing us in. Arenât you?â She looked at him. âSuppose I squeal to OâMalley? Tell the great man you invited us in? Threw us in?â
Bill Weigand laughed. Then he became serious.
âForget it all if youâd rather,â he said. âIfâif you really think Mrs. Havenâs involved, skip it. Forget she was here; forget I was here.â
âYou think she could have been?â Jerry asked.
Weigand shook his head.
âDirectly, no,â he said, âAt least, I donât think so. At a guess, a man killed Kirkhill. I donât even know Mrs. Haven or any of the restâI mean Kirkhillâs daughter, his secretary, the people he would have met at the party tonightâhad anything to do with it. Iâd be inclined to think they didnât, on the whole. Actually, I stopped by to see whether youâd noticed anything at the party that might help. Anyâstrain? Uneasiness? Somebody not worried at Kirkhillâs failure to show