“No. We’ll probably be here for an hour or two.”
He took the tip I gave him and drove off.
“Well?” Hale asked.
“We wait for a streetcar and ride back to town.”
He showed his excitement. “We want to find out all we can about that case. Look here, Lam, you’re a detective. Would it be possible for you to get in touch with the police and find out what they know about—”
“Not one chance in ten million,” I interrupted firmly—
“Don’t the police and the detective agencies work together?”
I said, “The answer to that is best contained in a one-syllable word of unmistakable meaning. It’s no! ”
“But this raises the devil with all of my plans. You’re sure this woman was the same Roberta Fenn whose pictures I showed you?”
“Yes.”