“On the car in which your friends were riding?”
“Well — yes.”
Kleinsmidt looked at the chief, didn’t say anything.
The chief frowned at me, then looked at Mrs. Clutmer. His eyes shifted past her to her husband. “What’s your name — your first name?”
“Robert.”
“You were with your wife?”
“Yes.”
“Do you agree with everything she says?”
“Well — well-l-l-l-l — in a way, yes.”
“Where don’t you agree with her?”