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Casey’s. They were supposed to meet Rosalind some place. You haven’t seen her, have you? I mean this evening.”
    Gifford said he hadn’t. “I just stopped by now to—ah, see her a minute about—ah, something. I say,” he added abruptly, “you don’t think these two gunmen who came here—”
    â€œHow does anyone know what to think until we’ve seen her?” Helen said. “Russ, do you think we should call the police?”
    â€œDamned if I know,” Gifford said worriedly. “I think we should and yet if we do and it turns out we shouldn’t have—well, you know how Rosalind gets when something we do goes wrong. I don’t know. I’d be inclined to wait, but if you want to, all right.” He put down his glass and brushed at his mustache with his thumbnail. “I wish I knew what those two men wanted,” he said, and turned and went back into the office.
    Casey remembered Karen Harding and he had to admit she was keeping her word. She hadn’t got in his way, nor caused him any trouble. She had hardly spoken since she arrived and now she sat at the far end of the room, wide-eyed with suspense and interest and from time to time glancing into the office as though not wanting to miss a thing.
    â€œWhat do you think, Flash?” Helen MacKay asked.
    â€œDon’t ask me. I was supposed to meet her and she didn’t show and so I came here and found you. I’ve got nothing to do with it. In fact, I don’t know why I’m hanging around.”
    He pulled in his feet and stood up and as he did so a buzzer sounded and Helen MacKay glanced quickly at the door. “I’ll get it,” Casey said and went over to it.
    Two men stood in the hall. One was tall, slender, well-dressed, and darkly good-looking; the other was shorter, red-faced, and blocky. They looked at Casey and he stared back. All three were obviously surprised but with Casey there was something else that crowded out his surprise, a sudden, deep-rooted feeling of tension that slowly began to take hold. For the tall man was Lieutenant Logan and the other was his running-mate, Sergeant Manahan.
    â€œWell,” Logan said. “Fancy seeing you here.”
    Casey backed up, aware of that curious tingling inside him now and aware that it sprang not from the fact that these two were police officers, but that both were attached to Homicide.
    When they saw the two women they took off their hats. Gifford, his back turned as he sorted some magazines on a table across the room, straightened around and gaped at them.
    Logan, taking this all in, said, “Oh,” in an oddly quiet voice. “You could introduce us, couldn’t you?” he said to Casey.
    Casey did, still wondering as he closed the door.
    â€œI guess your decision is all made for you, Mac,” Gifford said.
    â€œBut”—Helen MacKay wet her lips and looked incredulously from Logan to Manahan—“how could you know we were just talking about calling you?”
    â€œWere you?” Logan’s voice was quiet, even, polite. “About what?”
    â€œSomebody walked in on Miss MacKay a while ago,” Gifford said. “Two men with guns. They tied her up and searched the office.”
    Logan’s eyes narrowed with interest as he heard the details but he kept his voice casual. “Hmm. I see. Get what they wanted?”
    â€œWe don’t know what they wanted,” Gifford said.
    Logan looked at Casey. “And where do you fit?”
    Casey told him and he had scarcely finished when someone else pressed the buzzer. This time Gifford answered the door and when it opened a lean, tanned man entered slowly. He was tall, with a slight stoop, a plain, almost homely-looking man with plain-looking clothes.
    â€œI was looking for Miss MacKay,” he began and then he saw her and said, “Helen.”
    The girl jumped up and went to him. “Stanley,” she