“Harry Simms.”
“What do you know about this?”
“Nothing at all. I takes this dame out looking for the place. She has the street number, but doesn’t know where it is. There’s no street lights because of the dim out. I have a map that shows me where the place should be — that is, what block. It’s pretty dark, and she’s got a dim-out flashlight. When we get to the block where the house is located, I tell her about where it should be. She tells me to stop, and she’ll find it herself on foot. She goes ahead and is gone for — oh, I don’t know — maybe five minutes, maybe ten minutes.”
“You were charging waiting time?”
“No. She was pretty cagey about that. I told her I’d wait up to fifteen minutes in case she wanted to go back before then. After that, I’d either charge her waiting time or go back. We do that once in a while when we’re pretty sure of a fare back to town.”
Sergeant Sellers nodded. “You sat there in the car?”
“Yes.”
“What did you do?”
“Just sat there and waited.”
“Radio in your bus?”