“How come?”
“You know, the police. They’ll get after me. Honestly, Donald, I don’t know what made me do what I did tonight. I guess it was because you were so decent to me — I just couldn’t rat on you to the bulls.”
“All right,” I said. “Go home and forget it.”
“No, I can’t. They’ll check up on me.”
“How?”
“With Walter.”
“The night clerk?”
“Yes.”
“What about him?”
“He’ll identify you.”