“Yes.”
“And he’s in the same hotel?”
“Yes, room seven-twenty.”
“Why not look him up? If the papers went upstairs with Ringold and didn’t come down, and Highland is in the hotel, why doesn’t that add up to make an answer?”
“Because it doesn’t. Highland hasn’t got them.”
“How do you know?”
“Because Highland wouldn’t dare to hold out. There was a poker game going on in Highland’s room at the time, and they all say Highland never left it.”
“In a killing of that sort, the one who has the most perfect alibi is usually the one who did it.”
“I know, but these weren’t the sort of people who would lie. One of them was a business man. He’d have a fit if he thought he was being dragged into it as a witness. You were following Alta to the hotel, weren’t you?”
“Yes.”