"I heard you were looking for me."
"Yeah, we thought you might be a little worried about the case we
talked to you about."
I stared at him, puzzled. His attitude was not that of the aggressive
policeman. He seemed almost apologetic.
"We have our job to do, Mr. Cameron, and we have to run down every
possibility just as a matter of routine."
"Sure. I understand."
He grinned. The square face which had appeared so mean and hard
acquired the pudgy friendliness of a well-fed puppy.
"You have to admit it looked kind of funny, your asking about the girl
and her being killed a couple of hours later. It's the kind of thing we
can't ignore."
"Yes, of course. Have you--discovered anything new? I mean, do you know
who did it?"
"Oh, yeah, we got him. The owner of the restaurant where she worked."
"Harry?"
"That's his name. Seems like he's been crazy about the girl and there's
been a little trouble before. She was the friendly type. I guess she's
been servicing half the college crowd."