Chapter 20: XX

XX Laudanum Dick Foley in his hired car was at the next corner. I had him drive me over to within a block of Dinah Brand’s house, and walked the rest of the way. “You look tired,” she said when I had followed her into the living room. “Been working?” “Attending a peace conference out of which at least a dozen killings ought to grow.” The telephone rang. She answered it and called me. Reno Starkey’s voice: “I thought maybe you’d like to hear about Noonan being shot to hell a…