“What’s wrong with me?”
“Taking a powder and putting me in Dutch, after the breaks I tried to give you.”
I said, “I was out working for you.”
“Thanks!” His voice was sarcastic.
“As I see it,” I said, “all that interests you is the murder of Jannix.”
“That’s all, just a little minor matter like that, but the chief gets funny complexes. He’s sort of riding me about it, and there’s been a little criticism here and there, a few suggestions that your departure was rather abrupt, that I might have safeguarded the interests of the taxpayers a little better by seeing that you were provided with room and board. Where’s that Framley woman?”
“I haven’t the faintest idea.”
“You went away with her.”
“Uh huh.”
“Where’d you leave her?”