“You didn’t say anything to anyone in the hotel?”
“No. just took my bag and walked out. I put a note for Bertha on the desk.”
“This one bag all the baggage you have?”
“Yes. What’s the idea?”
He said in a low voice, “Somebody got killed. The chief thinks you may have had something to do with it. I don’t know what makes him think so, but somebody gave him a bum steer. He thinks it’s hot. Keep your head. Don’t talk after we get in the airplane.”
I said, “Thanks, Lieutenant.”
“It’s okay,” he mumbled. “Just keep turning this over in your mind, and try and get an alibi.”
“For what time?”
“From ten minutes to nine until the time the train pulled out.”
“I can’t do it. I got to the station about nine o’clock. The train pulled in at five minutes past nine, and I got aboard.”