"The louse," Duffy muttered. "The low-down louse!" She turned on Powell furiously. "And you think I’m the kind that does his dirty work, do you! Why, you—you peeper! You listen to me, Powell. Reich asked me to do him a favor. Said there was a man up here working on an interesting musical code. Wanted me to check him. How the hell was I supposed to know he was your goon? How was I supposed to know your goon was masquerading as a musician?"