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Dorothy Quane opened the door. She had a drink in one hand, a cigarette in the other, and circles under her eyes. She looked at me for a moment and then said,Well, its you. His other friend. You were his friend, werent you, Harvey? Mason took from his pocket the copy of the letter which had been made on Dorothy Fenners portable typewriter. Wordlessly, he handed it to Dorley Alder. And, of course, youre going to tell me who called you. What makes you think that? By the time the cab dropped him off he had no hope left.Why did she come back here? The latch on the glove compartment wasnt entirely closed, and the paper slipped through, down to the bottom. I was afraid she wouldnt see it, so I pressed the catch that opens the glove compartment and picked up the paper. It was then that I really saw the spoon. I stared at it, picked it up and looked at it closely. I must have looked at it for almost half a minute. It made me remember many things and wonder about even more. I put the spoon in my pocket. He said,It isnt conscience, its business. But hes gonna meet us at a bar down near city hall at two. He says itll at least get him out of the house. Her lawyer, Mason said. Ring her, please, and tell her Im here. Mason looked at him steadily.No. Where were you? Balancing himself in the canoe, the lawyer studied the house through his binoculars. How do you get along with the Alders? Mason asked. Not very well, I take it. Oh, hes up at the pound. I expect hell be adopted before the days out, he’s so cute. However, you now know my position. Please call on me for any cooperation...