"Lay off the stage hiss," Yamamura told him. "A low speaking voice draws less attention. No, you pulled it off okay. It was only that I was making it my business to see everyone who comes in. Still am." His eyes remained in motion as he sat holding his beer; the rest of him was nearly limp, taking its ease until a muscle should be needed. "Been here long?" asked Kintyre. "Couple hours, since the act went on," said Yamamura. "I tailed Guido from his place. Before then, though, I assumed he wouldn't leave his four safe walls, so I found plenty to do elsewhere." Corinna exclaimed: "You learned something?" "Uh-huh. I came right over this morning after Bob saw me. No grass grows where I have been, I mean no grass grows under my feet." Yamamura took a pipe from his maroon sports jacket. "The best way to get a line on your friend Larkin seemed to be to check Guido's recent movements. I started at the other end--his call on Clayton, a week ago last Monday. You know, when he and Bruce went around to see about a job. Clayton himself isn't in the City today, but I went to that swank apartment hotel he inhabits and jollied the staff." Having filled his pipe, he took his time lighting it. "I gather Clayton gave Guido and Bruce a rather long interview," he went on. "Or, rather, Bruce. Guido left about an hour before his brother did." "He never mentioned that!" said Corinna. "Why should he?" countered Yamamura. "Not good for his pride, is it? But what did Bruce and Clayton find to talk about?" "And how much of it did Guido hear?" murmured Kintyre. Corinna flushed. "Please don't," she said in a hard voice. "I'm sorry," he answered, torn. "But if Bruce had to tell Clayton something important, even worth killing about--they'd shoo Guido out first. But Guido might have gotten enough hints to make some deductions and--No, wait, let me finish! Maybe Guido blabbed to someone else, not realizing himself what it signified." She gave him a shaky little smile. "Thanks for trying," she said. "Ah, this is probably of no significance at all," said Yamamura. "Bruce could just as well have been giving Clayton the latest information about the mildew on page 77 of that book." He attempted a smoke ring and failed. "Or could he? Depends on how you interpret this tidbit: Clayton telephoned Genoa, Italy, that same night." "Who did he call?" asked Kintyre. "The switchboard girl doesn't remember. All she heard was a lot of Italian: they started gabbling right away, before she could take herself out of the circuit. Clayton stayed home for several hours next day. The Italian called again. Now none of this would be worth retailing, I guess, except for one more oddity about Mr. Clayton. He had the bellhop bring him several dollars in change. Then he went out and was gone for some hours."