“Face turned to one side or the other?”
“I don’t think so. I think his face was pressed down against the floor. I saw the back of his head.”
“Then how’d you know it was the blind man?”
“Why — from his build, I guess. The blind man lives there.”
“You didn’t turn the body over?”
“No. I didn’t touch the body. I didn’t touch anything. I got out of there and called you.”
“All right,” Sellers said, “let’s go. You’ve got a taxicab out there?”
“Yes.”
“You’d better ride with me. Knowing it’s the blind man, when you admit you didn’t look at the face, makes things look kinda funny.”
Sergeant Sellers turned to the taxi driver. “What’s your name.”