VIII - Julie Baxter
RICHARD BATES AND THE two detectives stood waiting for the already summoned elevator to take them downstairs.
“You see,” Gibbs was saying, “in nearly every investigation there’s somebody who won’t tell where he was at the time of the crime.”
“I will tell that,” exploded Bates, “only I won’t tell where I was through the evening, and, you know yourself, that has nothing to do with the case.”
“I know, and, nine times out of ten, it doesn’t matter what the people were doing who refuse to tell. But it might make a difference, and it’s always a bother to be worrying about it.”
“Why worry?”
“Because it may pay. According to Corson’s hunch, two of those chorus chicks don’t want to tell where they were at the time of the crime——”
“Oh, well, they wouldn’t——”
“I know; but
