“The girl’s address. The one that was murdered.”
He grinned and said, “You’ve got a nice story there. Let’s see how it goes. You got in the girl’s bedroom and she was dressing. Is that right?”
“That’s right.”
“And she kissed you while she was undressed?”
I nodded.
“And then you were too modest to sit in the room while she was dressing, and she was too bashful to have you in there, so she sent you into her sister’s bedroom.”
“Believe it or not, that’s it,” I said.
He laughed. “What would you think of a girl like that, Babe?” he asked the redhead.
“Don’t drag me into this,” she declared. “When I think of the chances a girl takes! Gosh, to think of that poor kid!”
I said, “I’m going to change my mind and have some eggs after all. Don’t bother. I’ll cook them.”