“Mr. Fields isn’t here. Is there anything I can do for you, Mr. Queen?” “Who is this speaking?” “Mr. Fields’s secretary.” “Miss Loughman?” “That’s right.” “Where can I get in touch with Leon, Miss Loughman? It’s important.” “I really couldn’t say. Is this a confidential matter?” “Extremely.” “Well, I handle a great many of Mr. Fields’s confidential matters, Mr. Queen–” “I’m sure you do, Miss Loughman, but this isn’t going to be one of them. Where is he, at 88th Street off Madison?” There was a silence. Then the woman said, “Hold on a minute.” Ellery held on. Three minutes later the columnist’s jarring voice said, “Don’t do that, Ellery. Your geography question had Harriet changing her panties. That’s supposed to be top-secret stuff. What’s on your mind?” “Is it safe to talk?” “On my phone? Listen, chum, I’m on automatic wiretap-testing service. They check every hour on the hour. Shoot.” “Well, have you thought about it?”
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