and then turned as white as a ghost. "Yeah," he stammered, his voice trembling. "I'm sure you did all you could." He put the phone down and looked about the quiet room. There were tears in his faded blue eyes. "Jimmy didn't make it," he said softly. He turned away then so that the rest of the group would not see a fat, jowly, middleaged detective make a fool of himself by crying for a dead friend.

Bud felt someone touch his arm. "Hamilton." Dwyer spoke firmly and precisely; yet he was careful enough, Bud noted, to avoid any rank designation that might later cause him difficulty. "I want the murderers of Detective Walsh apprehen- ded immediately. You'll be the officer-in-charge of the inves- tigation. If it was Jack Buck or the Mob behind this, I'll want them prosecuted. I don't just want to know who did it -- I want the perpetrators in prison - after a successful prosecution of this affair." Behind the Chief, Bud could see the looks of relief that Captain Moltz and Lieutenant Matek exchanged.

"I think that you got the right man for the job, Chief,” said Len Moltz quickly.

"Oh sure," added Fred Matek. "Bud's one of the best in the Department."

"Thank you for your confidence, gentlemen," replied Bud drily and was glad to see that his irony was not entirely lost upon the Chief.

(Later)

"There was no need to bring me here," Candy was imme- diately on the attack as she sat, crossed-legged, opposite Bud in the office he was allowed to use when Matek wasn't there. "Why not?" asked Hamilton, signalling to Joanie Bryan to join them in the office.

Candy caught his signal and looked back over her shoulder to see the policewoman moving in. "No," she said, suddenly and firmly. "If you want to talk to me, it'll be just us, unless we agree on a deposition I might make. So, keep her out."

Bud stepped over to the door and closed it. He signalled to Joanie through the glass and then returned to the desk and sat down. He watched Candy very closely again and was struck once more by her composure. She had brushed her hair so that the curls fell over her ears and hugged at her neck. She had clearly tried to subdue a little of her glamor, but it hadn't worked. Bud was quite sure that every man in the place had watched her all the way into the office. Even the early hours of the morning hadn't dimmed her attractiveness. While several

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