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You owe her some tolerance. " "Because my sister has been misled. She's in the hands of fools and knaves. " "Neither. " But her assurance was failing under his onetrack pressure. "This I desire to see for myself. " She looked at me with an obscure appeal in her eyes. " It wasn't hard to do. Leonard Lister was in the telephone book. He had an apartment address in Santa Monica, on one of the grid of streets above Lincoln Boulevard. I tried to talk Harlan, an obvious troublemaker, into letting me take it from here.
I could practically hear him hum. And I kept my shoulder between him and the door. "It's no brainstorm," she said. "Maude found a man who suited her at last, and she had the good sense to forsake everything for him. " The Sinister Habit 187 "Why shouldn't I? I brought her and Leonard Lister together last spring, when she was here with me. Leonard's a splendid man, and they took to each other at once. " "Leonard Lister," I said. The old woman's hand had gone to her mouth. She said between yellow fingers: "I didn't mean to tell you.
She had on a nylon slip, nothing else. " She tried to shut the door. I held it open. "Get away from here. Leave me alone. " "All right. " She opened her mouth. No sound came out. She closed 174 The Name Is Archer her mouth again. It was small and fleshy and defiant. "Who are you? " "Close enough. " "Come in then, damn you. " I brushed in past her. There were dead Martinis on her breath. The little room was a jumble of feminine clothes, silk and cashmere and tweed and gossamer nylon, some of them flung on the floor, others hung up to dry.