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T S Woodhouse cradled his hat to his chest "Listen, I’ to level with you, Miss O’Neill I need this story This could bethat badly?"

T S Woodhouse reroard schoolboy He was tall and skinny, full of a palpable coiled energy; his face was sharp-planed but freckled, and beneath his ht brows, his narrow blue eyes see But there was a determination in those eyes that Evie understood all too well

"That isn’t my concern"

"It could be" Those blue eyes focused directly on her "What do you want? Naes? You want colu to marry you? I can make that happen"

"You can’t even make this story happen, Mr Woodhouse Hoill you help ive the Daily News soive you what you need A favor for a favor On the level--a square deal"

He stuck out his hand again Evie ignored it

"Pretty quiet around here," Mr Woodhouse said, and there was nothe implication

"It’s just an afternoon lull"

T S Woodhouse reshaped his hat as if doing so were his only concern "From what I hear, there’s a lot of lull tiht shut this place down co a profit"

Evie bit her lip, thinking it over She’d been wondering how they coulddeal, and now the opportunity had just fallen into her lap Will was a genius, but he wasn’tto save the joint, it was going to have to be Evie She’d help thethe ell, as the matter with that?

"I’ll make a deal with you, Mr Woodhouse We need bodies in this joint I’ll tell you what I know--as an anony about hoell the museum is, how everybody who’s anybody co helped in the investigation of these heinous murders by his niece, Miss Evie O’Neill And if my picture just happened to make it into the papers, too, well, I couldn’t help that, could I?"

"No Of course not" Mr Woodhouse smiled broadly and dropped his hat onto the back of his head "It’s a known fact that newspapers sell better when pretty girls grace their pages"

"We have a deal, then?"