“My dear,” she said gently, “could you stop that? Please?” It was Wednesday evening, and the two were drinking sherry in her parlor, the judge sitting in the club chair, his cigar in an ashtray by his side, she on the chintz sofa across the room. The two were arguing, Mrs. George struggling to keep her temper in check. Hadn’t her part of the operation gone perfectly? Didn’t she deserve some credit? Instead, the judge seemed to take for granted her success—easy to do, she supposed, when his own part of the business consisted of signing papers in the comfort of his office. Adding insult to injury, he now dared to question whether their business records were safe in her keeping. “Stop what?” he asked—blink-blink-blink. Mrs. George sighed. “Never mind.” It would be simpler if she just looked away. “I have a locked safe in my office in the courthouse, which is well protected by police,” said the judge. “Your so-called hiding place can’t possibly be as secure.”
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