Leland wanted to get a better view of the death scene. The guard told him to go ahead. When he came back the guard stepped out of his little shack.

“Well, I hope I helped you,” he said. “I know who you’re working for, and there’s no reason why she should have any questions about his death.”

“How do you know who I’m working for?”

“His car. That’s his car you’ve driving. You only have to see that car once to remember it.”

It was something to bear in mind.

“I’m checking in, Flo,” he said into the telephone. “What do you have for me?”

“I’m still working on the jobs you gave me. No word from Mike yet. Betty Kaminsky called here an hour ago. She wants to see you. I told her that I would call her back just as soon as I could.”

“Fine. How did she sound when you told her I wasn’t available?” That was the answer she had been taught to give.

“It’s curious. She just said, ‘I see.’ I had to carry the conversation after that.”

He hesitated, thinking of the expense involved in seeing her. “All right. Tell her I’ll be out to see her any time she wants after eleven o’clock tomorrow. When I call later, you have the particulars for me.”

“You’ll tell me when to meet you at the airport?”

“Right. How is everything else?”

“Fine. Mr. Leland?”

“What is it, Flo?”

“About last night. Thank you. I cleaned up after us.” She said it softly.

“Forget it. I haven’t given it a thought.”

“I just wanted to let you know that I haven’t forgotten. Thank you.”

“Get back to work. I don’t want to hear any more about it.” After what Karen had said, the matter did embarrass him. She had been right; he should not have done it.

At one o’clock he called Norma to tell her where he had been and what he planned to do for the rest of the day. She gave her approval to the trip to Manitou to see Betty Kaminsky. He had no idea of what would come of it. He told Norma that he was going to have dinner with his mother and that he would not return to Collegeville Road until eight-thirty.

There were two more banks to cover. He had been to one already, giving a story about an insurance investigation. There had been no trouble. If someone wanted identification, there were people at Manitou Life who would protect him. Partly because of the banks’ early closing, he had scheduled his appointment with Enid Alma for three-thirty. She had not found work. After their telephone conversation, Leland could understand why. He reckoned that he would be done with her in less than an hour, allowing him time to see MacIver’s old apartment. He hoped to find the janitor who had talked so freely to the investigators from Manitou two and a half or three years ago.