Ten
Lieutenant Arnold was there in less than twenty minutes. He listened while Pamela Cantwell sobbed out her story. It was pretty much as I’d outlined it. A police stenographer was taking it down as she talked. When she’d finished, I filled in the few things she’d left out. In the meantime, a policeman had administered first aid to Hank. Then the Lieutenant took them away. I promised I’d be in Monday to make my statement formally. I left, too. I was tired.
I parked the car beside the hotel and headed for my bungalow. I was almost there when I saw there were lights inside. I slowed up and approached the windows instead of the door. I finally found one where the curtains weren’t completely closed. I shifted around, peering in. Then I saw a mass of red hair and a bare shoulder. I didn’t ne
