“Yes, why?”
She said, “You know, I’ve always wondered how in the world people were ever able to find anyone from the descriptions police give.”
“What do you mean?”
“Why?” she said, “the police have given out a description of the man they’re looking for in connection with that murder. You should read it.”
“Why?”
She laughed, and said, “Honestly, it sounds exactly as though they were describing you! My heavens, when I read the thing I thought something about it was vaguely familiar, and wondered if perhaps I knew this murderer, and then I read it again and saw that it was a description that fits you right down to the ground. And that made me laugh. It just shows how completely unreliable these things are.”
“Darned if it doesn’t,” I told her, and started for the door.
“You’ll be back?” she asked.
“Oh, yes, I’ll be back,” I called over my shoulder.
I took a taxi out to a drug-store in the two thousand block on Veronica Way, then walked back to 1624.