“Oh, we can sort of look around. We’d like to try the blade of your knife and see whether it fits into that little hole in the door.”
I shook my head. “If you’re going to try and pin anything on me, I’m going to see a lawyer.”
“Now listen, buddy, if you’re guilty, that’s all right. You just go ahead and sit tight. Don’t say anything and get a lawyer, but if you’re innocent and don’t want to have this thing pinned on you, you’d better help us clear it up.”
“I’m willing to help you clear it up, but I’m not going to be dragged around the streets.”
“Where do you want to go?”
“Out to Ashbury’s house,” I said.
“Why?”
“I have some work to do out there. That’s where my clothes are.”
I saw a crafty look on the detective’s face. “That’s fine,” he said. “We’ll get a taxi and go out to Ashbury’s.”
“How about the car you came in?” I asked.