“Then why are you going away?”
I said, “Detectives are on my trail right now. They’re checking up — do you want me to tell you what they’re after?”
“No.”
“All right, then. I’ll tell you what I’m going to do, and what you can do.”
He thought for a minute, took a cigar from his pocket, clipped the end off, and struck a match. “When are you going?” he asked.
“Now.”
“Where can I get in touch with you?”
“It’s better that you don’t. If anything comes up, get in touch with Bertha Cool.”
“But you’re going up to Valleydale?”
“Yes.”