Jones sat back. He had no intention of taking Dunwoodie then behind the scenes. That would come later. But he did want to try out an invention that had occurred to him. He sighed.
"Don't you care to hear why he did it?"
"Not in the least."
"But——"
Dunwoodie fumbled in a pocket. "The district attorney may be more receptive. I shall go to him in the morning and I will thank you to go with me."
"I am not up in the morning."
"Then don't go to bed."
From the pocket, Dunwoodie extracted an enormous handkerchief. It fascinated Jones. He had never seen one that resembled it.
"You dispose of me admirably. The district attorney, I suppose, will enter a nolle prosequi."
In that handkerchief, Dunwoodie snorted. "You may suppose what you like."