Part 61 (1/2)
”You deserve better than having a weepy female on your hands.” She didn't allow him time to answer. Instead, she added, motioning around her,
”It's this place,” she said.
”It's abysmal. It depresses me ”I understand,” he said.
”Honestly, I do.”
She nodded appreciatively.
”Did you think of anything else?” she asked.
”About De Septio? De Septio and your father? Or Arthur Sandler?”
He shook his head again, wondering how they'd traveled back to that subject so abruptly.
”There has to be something important,” she said.
”How can we possibly find out?”
”The only real hope” he said, 'would be that Zenger would remember De Septio.”
”Zenger?”
”My father's former partner.”
”Of course” she recalled.
”I'd suggest that we go see him immediately She seemed startled.
”We?”
”Do you object?”
There was a silent moment within the room while she considered it.
”No” she said.
”But I don't see why it's necessary.”
”It's not necessary. But it might be a good idea. You could question him yourself if you felt like it.”
”He won't want to see me,” she said.
”I know that in advance.”
He nodded.
”I know. He won't know until you arrive at the door.
Then he'll have no choice He could see again that she was pondering it, her mind examining the many facets of his suggestion.