He opened the humidor on the corner of his desk, brought out a cigar, bit off the end and spat it at the waste basket. He lit the cigar, started pacing the office, puffing at the cigar, and occasionally locking his hands behind him. He was the classical picture of a man trying to make up his mind and afraid of the final decision.
Finally, he walked to the waste basket, pulled out the balled-up newspaper and smoothed it out on the top of his desk. With his thumb, he underscored the paragraph that read:
…Private detective Johnny Liddell, who discovered the body, told police that the murdered girl had called his office and had left word for him to come to her apartment regardless of the hour. A spokesman for the Police Department declined comment on the report that the private detective had
