“You don’t have to say it,” I said.
“What have you found out?” she asked. “What happened yesterday?”
“I picked up this man and shadowed him.”
“Who is he? Where does he live?”
“His name is Thomas Durham, and he was staying in the Westchester Arms Hotel. He checked out late yesterday night.”
“Checked out!”
“Where did he go?”
“I don’t know.”
“You’re a fine detective!” she flared.
I said, “Wait a minute. The instructions that I had were to shadow this man and find out who he was — that was all. You didn’t want a twenty-four-hour shadowing job, and you didn’t pay for one.”