"Everybody was happy," Frey said, "because nobody really lost out. The artists made dough and the dealers made dough and the customers thought they were getting high class stuff. One of these customers was Harry Duggin, the successful corporation lawyer." Lasseroe opened his mouth to say something. Then he closed it and looked at Frey and looked at Mogin and looked at Frey again. "You sold Duggin a few pieces of sculpture done by a girl named Tess Rillette," Frey said. "Duggin liked the sculpture and he wanted to meet the girl. You introduced him to Tess and he went crazy. He worshipped her. He asked her to marry him. She thought it was funny and she told you about it. You didn't think it was funny. You saw a new dodge--" "Now damn you--" "Quiet," Mogin toned. "Duggin was out of his head because of Tess Rillette. And of course he bought up every piece of sculpture that Tess turned out. This sort of thing went on for more than a year, and Harry didn't know that sculpture takes a long time and a high-class artist can turn out so many pieces and no more in a certain period. In other words, Harry didn't stop to figure that you were selling him stuff that Tess Rillette had nothing to do with. That is--he didn't stop to figure about it until he found out that Tess had fallen for you." "Now you look here--" "Quiet," Mogin toned. "Harry could be clever when he wanted to be, and he was always clever when he was good and burned up. He checked up on that stuff you sold him, found out that it was phoney. He got in touch with you, told you that you were slated for jail--but that you could snake your way out of it--by giving up those happy little plans for yourself and Tess Rillette. By that time, you were serious about Tess and you wouldn't give her up for anything. So you went and murdered Harry Duggin." "What?" "I said--you murdered Harry Duggin." Lasseroe stared at the lavender rug. He raised his eyes and said, "Is Harry--dead?" Frey reached in his pocket and pulled out a safety match and flicked it with his fingernail. Then he remembered he had no cigarette in his mouth and he reached out and Mogin took out a pack and gave him one. He lit the cigarette and he said, "I'm a detective, Lasseroe. I'd like you to tell me how you did it." "I didn't do it." "No?" Frey looked at Mogin. Mogin shrugged. "No, I didn't do it," Lasseroe said. "Let me see your badge." "I don't have a badge. I'm a private detective." Lasseroe said, "I've a good mind to call the police." "You don't have to call them," Fry said. "They'll be here soon anyway." He walked to the door. Mogin followed. Lasseroe stood there in the center of the lavender rug. He said, "You gentlemen have wasted your time." "Quiet," Mogin toned. In the elevator Frey said, "Maybe we can still make that double feature." "I'm getting hungry," Mogin said. "How about some lunch?"