She walked up to the secretary at the desk, who said, 'Can I help you?' 'Yes, I have an appointment at five o'clock with Curtis Morgan. My name is Dorothy Blythe.' The secretary's mouth fell open and she said nothing. Darby's heart stopped. 'Is something the matter?' 'Can you wait a moment?' the secretary said. She got up and disappeared into another room. Run, Darby's mind was telling her, run! There's something wrong here. But before she had time to do anything, the secretary returned with a man. 'Good afternoon,' he said. 'I'm Jarreld Schwabe, one of the partners of the firm. You say you have an appointment with Curtis Morgan?' 'Yes. Is there a problem?' 'There's nothing in his appointment book.' 'Well, that's your fault, not mine.' 'And what was the meeting about?' She felt weak. 'I don't see why I have to tell you that. Why can't I see Mr Morgan?' 'Because he's dead.' She was in shock. 'Dead?' 'Yes,' Schwabe said. 'He was mugged in the street. I'm sorry. I can see this has been a shock for you.' She decided to act really upset. She didn't want them to ask any more questions; she wanted them to think that she was just a weak young woman. 'I'm sorry,' she said, 'I think I'd better go. I'll phone again for another appointment.' Schwabe led her to the lift himself. Edwin Sneller knew that he and his men had been wasting their time in New York; the place was just too big. Then at last she moved some money from her bank in New Orleans to Grantham's bank in Washington. Sneller's client owned the bank, so he received any information he asked for. That meant that she was in Washington, and that she and the reporter were working together. He had two men with him, and he had asked for more. They had to do the job quickly. But he felt less confident without Khamel. The girl had escaped so far, and she could be hiding anywhere. He would start with the Washington Post building: Grantham had to come back there some time. ♦ Gray found Curtis D. Morgan's address in the suburbs, and they drove out together to the house. Mrs Morgan's father, however, refused to let them in to see her. Gray left his business card, so that she could call him if she wanted to. He told her father that Morgan had spoken to him three times just before he died. 'Is that the end of Garcia?' Darby asked as they drove away. 'We'll see tomorrow,' he said. 'How do you feel at the moment? Do you feel safe? I'll be glad to sleep in your room tonight, just like I did in New York.' 'But I don't have a sofa here,' she said. 'Where would you sleep?' She was smiling and this was a good sign. But then she remembered Callahan. 'I'm not ready, Gray. I'm sorry.' She rested her head on his shoulder while he drove the car. 'I'm still frightened to death,' she said.