“Well,” he admitted at length, “there may be something to that.”
“To say nothing of Edna Cutler,” I went on.
He said, “Lam, you’re rather a deep one. I wish you’d tell me exactly what happened in New Orleans.”
“You mean Nostrander?”
“Yes.”
I looked at my watch, and said, “I’ve got an appointment down the street in twelve minutes. It’ll take me just about ten minutes to walk there. I’ll want to be on time. What do you say we get started? We can talk as we walk.”
“All right. I’ll appreciate any tip you can give me. My mission out here has been a failure. Louisiana may extradite Roberta Fenn, but I don’t think so, not on the evidence available at the present time. If I could go back with a solution of that murder case, it would be a big feather in my cap.”
I said, “All right, let’s go.”
I picked up my hat, walked over to Elsie Brands desk, and shook hands.
Her face showed surprise. “Going away?” she asked.