Half an hour later, Adams lit his fourth cigarette, stretched, yawned and nodded his head.
“That seems to take care of that. You’re sure you didn’t see this other guy who left Carson’s apartment before Holland did?”
“I didn’t see him,” Sweeting said miserably. He had parted with valuable information for nothing, and it grieved him.
“Okay. Got it all down?” Adams said to Watson.
“Yes, sir.”
“Sign it, Raphael,” Adams said. “Each page and you countersign it, Watson.”
When both men had finished signing the statement, Adams took charge of the notebook again.
“You can go home,” he said to Watson. “Keep your mouth shut about this.”
When Watson had gone, Adams lit his fifth cigarette, settled himself more comfortably in his chair and stared at Sweeting thoughtfully.
“We’re going to have a little talk, Raphael. Strictly off the record, and you’re going to be helpful. I want to crack this case. It’s important to me. There’s not much you don’t see and hear. You may have some ideas. If you play with me, I’ll play with you, so keep on the right side of me.”