“I’d know him anywhere,” Sadie said firmly. “He was middle height, dark, dressed in a shabby black suit.
His face was very thin, with thin lips and horrible cold eyes. I don’t think I’ll ever forget him.”
O’Hara hadn’t much time. He knew that Lu must hear about this. Grantham hadn’t picked him for nothing.
He had his head screwed on all right.
“Well, lady,” he said, “there’s been a little accident over there. I guess we’ll be looking for that guy. Now will you get dressed? I’d like to take you down to the station house.”
“What, now?” Sadie’s eyes opened.
O’Hara nodded. “Sure,” he said. “We’ll get you to look through some of the photos we got down there. You might spot the guy right away.”
Sadie wished Benny was there. She felt suddenly extremely helpless and alone. She didn’t want to go, but she supposed she had to. “Will you wait here? I’ll go and dress.”
O’Hara touched his cap. “I’ll meet you downstairs, lady,” he said. “I don’t want you bothered with newshawks. If they saw me leave with you we’d never shake them.”
He went away, walking very rapidly.