He did with alacrity.
“No little surprises for me this morning?” I asked. “No new millionaires robbed or anything like that?”
He shook his head. “News very dull this morning. Police still report they expect to make early arrest, but offer no new facts. No news in the paper about last night.”
“If there were, we probably wouldn’t be reading it,” I said. “I’m getting too old for this kind of life. I think I’ll settle down on a chicken farm.”
“Chickens are very nice,” he said politely.
“Yeah—especially when they’re in Moo Goo Gai Pan. I don’t suppose you’ve picked up any more information this morning?”
“No.”
“Then what the hell are you doing here?” I asked. His smile grew broader.
“I detected the same tone in your voice last night. I think it means that action starts today, so I came a
