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room?”
    â€œNo, sir. I only waiter attend in room.”
    â€œHave you told anyone what you overheard? Your wife? The friend whose house you’re staying at? Anyone?”
    â€œNo, sir. Only you. No tell wife what I hear. No tell no one, too scared.”
    Calvert continued to interview, asking for descriptions of the other men in the room and making the Greek repeat everything to see if the story remained the same. It did. Mark looked on silently.
    â€œOkay, Mr. Casefikis, that’s all we can do for this evening. We’ll return in the morning and have you sign a written statement.”

    â€œBut they going to kill me. They going to kill me.”
    â€œNo need to worry, Mr. Casefikis. We’ll put a police guard on your room as soon as possible; no one is going to kill you.”
    Casefikis dropped his eyes, not reassured.
    â€œWe’ll see you again in the morning,” said Calvert, closing his notebook. “You just get some rest. Good night, Mr. Casefikis.”
    Calvert glanced back at a happy Benjamin, still deeply absorbed in $25,000 Pyramid with no words, just money. He waved again at them and smiled, showing all three of his teeth, two black and one gold. Calvert and Andrews returned to the corridor.
    â€œI don’t believe a word of it,” Barry said immediately. “With his English, he could easily have got hold of the wrong end of the stick. It was probably quite innocent. People curse the President all the time. My father does, but that doesn’t mean he would kill her.”
    â€œMaybe, but what about that gunshot wound? That’s for real,” said Mark.
    â€œI know. I guess that’s the one thing that worries me,” Barry said. “It could just be a cover for something completely different. I think I’ll speak to the boss to be on the safe side.”
    Calvert headed for the pay phone by the side of the elevator and took out two quarters. All agents carry a pocketful of quarters; there are no special telephone privileges for members of the Bureau.
    â€œWell, was he hoping to rob Fort Knox?” Elizabeth
Dexter’s voice startled Mark, although he had half-expected her to return. She was obviously on her way home: the white coat had been replaced by a red jacket.
    â€œNot exactly,” replied Mark. “We’ll have to come around tomorrow morning to tidy things up; probably get him to sign a written statement and take his fingerprints, then we’ll pick up the gold.”
    â€œFine,” she said. “Dr. Delgado will be on duty tomorrow.” She smiled sweetly. “You’ll like her, too.”
    â€œIs this hospital entirely staffed by beautiful lady doctors?” said Mark. “How does one get to stay the night?”
    â€œWell,” she said, “the flu is the fashionable disease this month. Even President Kane has had it.”
    Calvert looked around sharply at the mention of the President’s name. Elizabeth Dexter glanced at her watch.
    â€œI’ve just completed two hours’ unpaid overtime,” she said. “If you don’t have any more questions, Mr. Andrews, I ought to get home now.” She smiled and turned to go, her heels tapping sharply against the tiled floor.
    â€œJust one more question, Dr. Dexter,” said Mark, following her around the corner beyond the range of Barry Calvert’s disapproving eyes and ears. “What would you say to having dinner with me later tonight?”
    â€œWhat would I say?” she said teasingly. “Let me see, I think I’d accept gracefully and not too eagerly. It might be interesting to find out what G-men are really like.”
    â€œWe bite,” said Mark. They smiled at each other. “Okay, it’s 7:15 now. If you’re willing to take a chance on it, I could probably pick you up by 8:30.”

    Elizabeth jotted her address and phone number on a page of his diary.
    â€œSo you’re a left-hander,