"Yeah, I see. Not very nice, is it?"
"Thought you might want to tip Harris off. Not that I have any great love for the bastard, but after all, you'd be dragged in for your share of publicity too as his number one girlfriend."
She looked at him startled. This aspect of it hadn't occurred to her.
"My God," she said, "I hadn't thought of that. I'll call him right away." She got up from the table and went back to the telephone booth and didn't return for five minutes.
"He's getting ready to go out," she said, "but I told him it was important so he said for me to come right over."
"Good, and take it easy, kid," he said, winking at her.
"What's the guy's name again?"
"Joe Flanagan, on the Evening Star."
"Got it. Thanks a lot, Al."
She picked up her gloves, kissed him lightly on the cheek and left.
CHAPTER THREE
She hailed a cab and gave Conrad's address. Her heart was pounding so fast that she thought that it would come right through her chest. She wondered how he would take the news that he was about to be exposed by some punk newspaper cub, yet she was afraid at the same time. Conrad was not an easy man to get along with from a business standpoint. She knew that he had people taken care of when they had caused him the slightest problem, and she couldn't help but feel responsible for almost signing this Joe Flanagan's death certificate.
She had almost forgotten that she was upset with Frankie, that he hadn't come home and that he was with another woman. The situation with Conrad was utmost in her mind and she was trembling as she paid the cab fare and raced up the stairs to Conrad's apartment.
He greeted her at the door and held her close for a moment.