“Oh, yes, Mrs. Spadros. I know that! Mr. Mikhail Bettelmann.”
“I’ve never heard of him. How is he related to the Clubbs?”
“He’s married to Mrs. Karla. She’s the third grand-daughter.”
“I see. So he’s not too old.”
Werner shrugged. “He’s pretty old. At least thirty!”
“If I give you a message to Mrs. Karla Bettelmann, could you give it to her personally?”
The boy’s face brightened. “For certain. She always comes out! Sometimes she gives us milk and cookies.”
I felt sure these boys had been warned not to accept food from their customers. But that wasn’t my affair. “Well, then, tell Mrs. Karla this: ‘I wish to meet regarding Trey Highcard. Please inform me of the date and place.’ That’s the message. The entire message, you hear? Add nothing to it. You must tell it to her ear alone. And
