Chapter 10: X

X Crime Wanted—Male or Female Half an hour later, when I left the building, Dinah Brand was sitting at the wheel of a pale blue little Marmon, talking to Max Thaler, who stood in the road. The girl’s square chin was tilted up. Her big red mouth was brutal around the words it shaped, and the lines crossing its ends were deep, hard. The gambler looked as unpleasant as she. His pretty face was yellow and tough as oak. When he talked his lips were paper-thin. It seemed to be a nice …