Shape of Fear
“CHAMBRUN SAID as we walked down the hall toward the elevators.
“How’s that?”
“You are emotionally committed to one man, and you’ve just heard another man’s story that has a real ring of conviction to it. So whom do you believe—Tweedledum or Tweedledee?”
“They could both be telling the truth as they know it,” I said.
Chambrun glanced at me. “You are becoming a downright pleasure,” he said.
We waited by the elevator.
“Any theories about the lady Girard says called him?” Chambrun asked.
“A wild one,” I said.
“I wait—breathless,” Chambrun said.
“Lily Dorisch,” I said. “She’s chums with Max Kroll. They had a champagne supper together in her suite when she arrived last night.”
Chambrun’s comment, if any, was cut off by the arrival of the elevator. We went down to the fourth floor and to his office. Lieutenant Hardy was there, looking hungry.
Chambrun glanced at his wrist watch and frowned. “Bernardel should be arriving,” he said, “if he isn’t already here.
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