Mr. Lessard. Do you know a Noreen Gardner?â
Lessard, who had gone over to the lowboy to replenish his glass, hesitated in mid-stride. It was a very short hesitation, but it told the answer to Corriganâs question. Corrigan knew it, and Lessard knew it. Lessard said, âWhatâs she got to do with this?â
âYou do know her.â
âWell, yes.â He said viciously, âA nympho with sharp teeth. She appeared in Fran Weatherlyâs last play, the one that closed recently.â
âWe understand sheâs on tap for Weatherlyâs new play, the one you favor putting into a Fielding theater.â
âSeveral people favor putting the play into a decent house.â
âDid your wife?â
âI didnât bother Bianca with a lot of trivia,â Lessard said pettishly.
âWell, Iâm afraid you and your playwright playmate may have to look for a new leading lady.â
âNow, see here, Corrigan! I donât have to listen to your insinuations about me and Fran!â
âBecause,â Corrigan said, âthe girl in the morgue may be Noreen Gardner.â
âWhat!â Lessard was literally staggered. He went over to a chair and sat down and put his drink aside and took out his handkerchief and wiped his hands.
âHow well did you know Noreen Gardner?â
âIâve had nothing to do with her, not in the way you mean. Any man could take her for the price of a promise. But not me, friendânot that one. Sheâs a greedy, grubbing, petty thief whoâd steal the label off your necktie if that was the best she could do at the moment. Sheâs bad newsâor was, if sheâs dead.â
âSounds like a mighty sick girl,â Chuck Baer said.
âAre you serious about her petty thievery?â Corrigan asked Lessard.
âI think sheâs a kleptomaniac. Sheâll lift anything she can lay her hands on. She even eats as if sheâs afraid the food will get away from her. She acts as if she grew up having to scrounge in garbage cans.â
âWould she have stolen a ring?â
Lessard stared at him. âBiancaâs ring.â¦â
âThis morning,â Corrigan said, âa girl named Peggy Simpson showed up at Missing Persons and says she thinks the body in the morgue is Noreen Gardnerâs. She couldnât explain the Mayan ring. Can you?â
âI donât see.â¦â
âMaybe Noreen was here about the time Bianca disappeared, and had a chance to steal the ring,â suggested Baer.
âNo, absolutely not. Noreenâs been here only twice. Once with Travers Proehl, the producer of Franâs plays, and another time with Travers and Fran when they came here to talk business. The second time was several days before Bianca disappeared. Anyway, as I told you, Bianca wore that ring all the time. Iâm sure she was wearing it the night she walked out. Noreen had no chance to sneak the ring.â Lessard squirmed in the chair. âThe ring made me so sure.â¦â
âLetâs go back to the beginning,â Corrigan said. âTo the night you last saw Bianca.â
âOn the eighth of this month.â Lessard turned to glare at the private detective. âIâve been all over it with you, Baer.â
âSometimes you remember a detail afterward,â Baer said. âSomething pops into your head.â
âWell, nothingâs popped into my head. And I ask you againâwho the hell are you working for, Baerâme or the police department?â
âYou hired me for an assignment. The assignment is to locate your wife. How I do it is my business. Yours,â said Baer, sucking on his dead cigar, âis to pay my fee.â
Lessardâs glare faded. He got up and began to walk around. âOf course, of course. It just occurs to me. You may have to go to Europe to find her. Maybe she found New York too much for her, too foreign.