He read Louie’s statement over to him, held the book while Louie scrawled his signature on each page, then he got Watson also to sign each page.
“I’ll take it,” he said to Watson, and slipped the notebook into his pocket. “Come on, you don’t have to waste any more time with this punk.”
Outside in the passage, he went on, “Keep your mouth shut about this statement, Watson. There’s a political angle to it that could be tricky. Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” Watson said blankly. He didn’t understand, but he had long ago learned it wasn’t safe to ask Adams questions.
“Okay. Come with me. I have a job for you.”
Bewildered, Watson followed Adams down the steps and across the sidewalk to his car.
III
It took Ken forty minutes to reach the waterfront. He was afraid to get on a bus or take a taxi. Adams had said every cop in town was looking for him by now, and he wasn’t taking any chances of being recognized.
He kept to the back streets, walking close to the buildings and shops where the shadows were darkest.
From time to time he spotted ahead of him a patrolling cop, and he hastily turned down a side street to avoid passing him.