“When was he killed?”
“Right around eleven o’clock tonight.”
Bob said, “This is a terrible shock to me. I didn’t know the man intimately, but he was a business associate. Parker Stold and I were talking about him — it must have been right around the time he was killed.”
“Who’s Parker Stold?”
“One of my associates.”
“Where were you when you were doing this talking?”
“At our office. Stold and I were there chatting and making some sales plans.”
“All right, what enemies did this man have?”
“I’m sure I know but very little about him,” Tindle said. “My work deals mostly with matters of policy. The personnel is handled by Mr. Bernard Carter.”
They fooled around and asked a few more questions, then left. I saw that Alta was tiptoeing out of her room. I pushed her back in. “It’s okay,” I said. “Go to sleep. They wanted to see Bob.”