Carol?' 'Carol Donovan. Friend of mine. She phoned you.' 'Go on,' I said. He didn't say anything, just sat there and looked at me. I smiled. "This is your problem, I said. "You don't know why I went to the house or why I didn't call the cops afterwards. That's easy. I thought it was a secret. "We're just kidding each other," Madder said. 'OK, let's talk about pearls," I said. "Does that make it easier Madder was trying hard not to get excited. He said in a low voice, 'Carol met the little guy one night. He was drinking too much, but he had this story about pearls, about an old guy in Canada who stole some pearls a long