CHAPTER FIFTEENIt was another three hours or more before I got out of there.
Davis began by concentrating on me. We had the bartender up and Julie Sharp; we had the bellhop, the phone operator, the desk clerk and the elevator girl. We had the three fans who had come up right behind me as I discovered Carr’s body; and in particular, the one that I’d remembered to ask the time.
They all recalled me well enough, but only the desk clerk was able to be of any real use as an alibi. He’d known the approximate time I’d asked him Ross’s room number; he’d just got back to the desk after a late lunch. It was less than ten minutes after I’d talked to him that the fan in the corridor had looked at his watch.
Davis finally gave up on that angle. He growled at me, “It wouldn’t have been impossible for
