“No,” Sellers said.
“Well, that’s what I thought. I’m glad you told me so.”
“What happened?”
“They pulled out about one in the morning. Said they wouldn’t sleep in a place that was next to a killing. They went on down the road somewhere. I hope they never did find a place to stay.”
I looked at Sellers. Sellers said, “Get me the dope on that party. Let me see how they registered. Give me their licence number and…”
The woman started pawing through a file of registration cards. “Not now,” Sellers said hastily. “I’ll be back in a few minutes. You get that stuff for me. Write it all out, and I’ll come back and pick it up.”
Sellers took my arm, piloted me outside. “Suppose you start talking, Donald?” he asked.
I shook my head.
“Come on,” Sellers said. “You’d better come clean.” I said, “I can’t. It’s a job I’m working on.”
“A job, my eye!” Sellers said. “I’ve already checked with Bertha on that angle.”