I dont need bail, Im in a motorcycle shop on Third Avenue, almost at P.J.s. I wont bring the police. I wont contact them beforehand. I want that motorcycle, Stone said, if the price is right. Chapter 16 If Im going to bet, I may as well bet every chip in my stack. Neatly printed on heavy, pale yellow stationery. Stone Barrington didnt know any of them, except the last. He held it up to the light and found a watermark:Strathmore. He buzzed his secretary, Joan Robertson. Then what happened? Gloster interrupted again. What did she dor The moment Dino reached his office he called in his secretary and his deputy.Weve got a leak in the department, he said to them, “probably high up. I want the files of everybody who had any knowledge of the protection of the witness, Frances Bowers, regardless of rank. Theres a place called the Yard of Ale, on East Fifty-third Street. And that gave you an idea that he might have been holding a duly endorsed certificate of stock? Just normal, I think. Dino took a step back and kicked in the door. It flew back, banged into the wall. Dino stepped in with his gun in his hand.Freeze! he yelled. We all took a sip of our coffee and I noticed that Murfin still slurped his after blowing on it first. I decided that he hadnt changed much since I had first met him twelve years before. He had put on a few pounds, but not many, and his dark brown hair was greying a little, but he still had his round pink face, almost unlined, his stubby nose, apple chin, wide, thin mouth with its mean smile, and eyes that were shadeda merciless blue. The police commissioner my ass, Harvey said. You think Im going to fall for that? The wrong kind of emptiness. But that was what The Proper Villains grave was for — to make cars slow down so that they wouldnt run over our five dogs, eight cats, two goats, six ducks, and a pair of the meanest peacocks in three states and probably the District of Columbia. Yes, sir..