“Well, God knows it was a lucky hunch,” she said, “but it isn’t going to do you any good.”
“What does he want me for?”
“You should know.”
“What did he say?”
“Said that he was making a routine check-up on some people he wanted to interview in connection with that murder. He wanted to know if I had a man working for me named Lam, and asked if he was doing some work for a Mr. Ashbury.”
“What did you tell him?”
“I told him that I wasn’t at liberty to make any statements about what my employees were doing. That was up to Mr. Ashbury.”
“They’re wise,” I said. “They’re after Alta on another matter, and they’ve found out I’m out at the place.”
She said, “They’ve found out you answer the description of the man they want in connection with that Ringold murder.”
“Probably.”