said Jefferson, handing the photograph to Malone. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have told the butler to tell you I had something for you. You were expecting some news, weren’t you?” Malone nodded, looked at the photo of Lisa, then put it carefully away in his wallet. “Did you run off the copies?” “They’ve gone out to all the newspapers and wire services and TV stations. Trouble is - “ “Yes?” “By the time they appear, your wife and Mrs Forte should be safe.” “Should be?” “Will be.” Jefferson looked at the Forte children standing in the doorway of the study. “We’ll have your mother back here first thing in the morning. We’re making progress - “ “I’d like to talk to the Captain,” said Malone, and led Jefferson towards the living-room. He glanced back and saw Roger and Pier still standing in the doorway of the study, their young faces aged with suspicion, the faces in every cop’s gallery.
