She caught my hand. “Don’t be gone long, Barney.”
“Not any longer than necessary,” I said.
I went up the stairs and through the kitchen. Ramsey would have looked in the station wagon, I thought, even if Nunn hadn’t suggested it.
Porphyry, I thought. That was it. That detective’s name was Porfiry Petrovitch.
I opened the front door. It was Ramsey and Grady Collins. Ramsey was just about to ring the bell again.
Charles Williams, Girl out back
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