"It has been heard of," she said almost gaily. "And just what are you going to do about it?""I get a mental picture of the woman," I said. "And she doesn't quite go with Lavery." Her upper lip curled a little. It was a long upper lip. I liked long upper lips."If you like it that way." He turned his head. "I don't like it any way at all. But if I <
dfn style="margin: 0; -ms-text-size-adjust: 100% !important; -moz-osx-font-smoothing: grayscale !important; ">crack the case, I'll get by with a reprimand from the police board. If I don't crack it, I'll be thumbing a ride out of town. You said I was dumb. Okay, I'm dumb. Where does Kingsley live? One thing I know is how to make people talk.""965 Carson Drive, Beverly Hills. About five blocks on you turn north to the foothills. It's on the left side, just below Sunset. I've never been there, but I know how the block numbers run." He handed me the green and yellow scarf. "Tuck that back into your pocket until we want to spring
it on him."
