closed the door. He crossed the kitchen again, taking it in with his eyes. There was a grill at one end which presumably connected with a ventilator. Under the grill, on a small wooden table, was a telephone.
Mrs. Pennock was worth keeping an eye on. Bill Weigand went upstairs to arrange for the eye. Mrs. Pennock was going to get herself into trouble, if she didnât watch out. Trouble of one kind or of another.
V. Tuesday, 9:45 P.M. to 11:25 P.M.
Bill Weigand stopped a moment to tell Detective Stein that an eye was to be kept on Mrs. Pennock and then went toward the sound of voices into the living room. The Norths and Dorian, and Mullins too, were sitting in the living room as if they lived in it. And Pam North was talking, with some intensity.
âSuppose he didnât,â she said. âAnd he didnât because of the apple. Think how he feelsâsomebody killed the girl he was in love with and then the police grabbed him and tried to make him talk and wouldnât give him cigarettes or anything and then they just locked him up and didnât explain. Think how he feels. How would you feel?â
This evidently was to Mullins.
âListen, Mrs. North,â Mullins said. âWe didnât hurt the kid. We just asked him questions, sort of. And maybe the apple is just an apple.â Mullins paused. âThat she ate,â he said, earnestly.
Pam North shook her head.
âShe got the apple after he went,â she said. âShe ate it and then somebody killed her. Because she couldnât get the apple the first time she tried andââ
âIf he can prove that, the kidâs all right,â Bill said, from the doorway. He went on. âIf she got the apple after he left, she was alive after he left. And he didnât go back. There wasnât time between his leaving and his clocking in where he worked. But he canât prove she got the apple after he left.â
âWell,â Pam said, âI think she did. Because otherwise the apple doesnât mean anything. And it does, because itâs an oddity and oddities always do.â She paused, considering. âAt least,â she said, âthey always have before.â
âWhich doesnâtââ Jerry began.
âI know, Jerry,â Pam said. âThatâs all very well to say. Like there being no proof that when you put a kettle of water on a stove the water will boil, because maybe it has always been an accident and maybe this time the accident wonât happen. But that doesnât mean anything.â Pam paused again. âThatâs philosophy, â she said, with a certain inflection. The inflection left philosophy with little to stand on.
âI wish, Pam,â Bill said, âthat youâd quit worrying about the apple so much. If you want to worry, help us worry about Elliot.â
Pam said there was no use worrying about Elliot until they caught him. She said you couldnât worry about things you knew as little about as you did about John Elliot. At least, she couldnât. Whereas the appleâ
âThis girl who saw the boy leave,â she said. âThisâwhat was her name?â
âHarper,â Mullins said. âCleo.â His face assumed an expression of doubt. âThatâs what she said,â he insisted. âCleo.â
âCleo Harper,â Mrs. North said. âWhat did she have to eat?â
âMy God, Pam,â Bill said. âWhat do you think we are?â
He looked at Dorian, but instead of smiling, she was looking thoughtfully at nothing. Then she looked at him and shook her head.
âSuppose,â she said, âshe had a baked apple. Wouldnât that make a difference?â
Bill looked at her and then at Pam North. They had something there.
âRight,â he said. âIt would. Or it might. Weâll go into it, eventually. But meanwhile, Iâveââ
He did not finish because