'I can't give up the case, Mrs. Dedrick. I'm busy trying to find out who kidnapped your husband.'
'There's another way of taking care of you,' she said, 'but I'll give you one more chance. Two hundred thousand dollars!'
'Get out,' I said, and threw open the door. She put her hand on the front of her dress and ripped it down. Then she dug her nails into her shoulder and clawed into her white flesh, leaving four angry red marks on her skin. As she began to disarrange the furniture I reached for the telephone and dialed.
'I'm in trouble, Paula. In five minutes I'll be on a charge of criminal assault. Mrs. Dedrick is setting the stage now. Collect Francon and get down to police headquarters, as fast as you can...