CHAPTER IV
Body and Soul“What? No, nothing,” replied Lucille, but she knew at once that she had spoken a little too quickly and earnestly. “Err, an American, did you say?”
“That’s right, miss,” answered the detective, all-too-keenly interested. “Think you might have seen him about the place?”
“Well... I did see an American gentleman at the bus stop... last Wednesday, I think. Err, how old did you say he was?”
“About twenty, give or take.”
“Oh, well. The man I saw was older than that. Sorry.”
“Right... You quite sure of that, miss?”
“Oh, definitely. I think he was taller, as well.”
“Never mind, eh? Can’t do no harm to check up. You didn’t happen to notice which bus he caught, did you?”
“Err, no. Sorry. He was still waiting when I caught mine.”
“I see... and which one did you catch
