"You're an angel," I said. She set the coffee down and turned to go. I looked quickly around to make sure that Gogarty was busy, and stopped her. "Tell me something?" "Sure." "About this girl, Rena. Does she work for the Company?" Susan giggled. "Heavens, no. What an idea!" "What's so strange about it?" She straightened out her face. "You'd better ask Sam--Mr. Gogarty, that is. Didn't you have a chance to talk to her last night? Or were you too busy with other things?" "I only want to know how she happened to be with you." Susan shrugged. "Sam thought you'd like to meet her, I guess. Really, you'll have to ask him. All I know is that she's been in here quite a lot about some claims. But she doesn't work here, believe me." She wrinkled her nose in amusement. "And I won't work here either, if I don't get back to my desk." I took the hint. By lunch time, I had got through a good half of the accumulation on my desk. I ate briefly and not too well at a nearby _trattoria_ with a "B" on the Blue Plate medallion in its window. After the dinner of the night before, I more than half agreed with Gogarty's comments about the Blue Plate menus. Gogarty called me over when I got back to the office. He said, "I haven't had a chance to talk to you about Luigi Zorchi." I nodded eagerly. I had been hoping for some explanations. Gogarty went on, "Since you were on the scene when he took his dive, you might as well follow up. God knows you can't do worse than the rest of us." I said dubiously, "Well, I saw the accident, if that's what you mean." "Accident! What accident? This is the twelfth time he's done it, I tell you." He tossed a file folder at me. "Take a look! Loss of limbs--four times. Internal injuries--six times. Loss of vision, impaired hearing, hospitalization and so on--good lord, I can't count the number of separate claims. And, every one, he has collected on. Go ahead, look it over." * * * * * I peered at the folder. The top sheet was a field report on the incident I had watched, when the locomotive of the Milan express had severed both legs. The one below it, dated five weeks earlier, was for flash burns suffered in the explosion of a stove, causing the loss of the right forearm nearly to the elbow. Curious, I thought, I hadn't noticed anything when I saw the man on the platform. Still, I hadn't paid too much attention to him at first, and modern prosthetic devices were nearly miraculous. I riffled through the red-bordered sheets. The fifth claim down, nearly two years before, was-- I yelped, "Mr. Gogarty! This is a fraud!" "What?" "Look at this! 'On 21st October, the insured suffered severe injuries while trapped in a rising elevator with faulty safety equipment, resulting in loss of both legs above knees, multiple lacerations of--' Well, never mind the rest of it. But look at that, Mr. Gogarty! He already lost both legs! He can't lose them twice, can he?"