“What do you mean when you say ‘description’?” Mason asked.
“Oh, he told me the breed and size and age.”
“Did you have any other birds beside this?”
“No, this was the only one I had that would fit the description.”
“Did he hear the bird talk?”
“No, he didn’t. That’s a funny thing. He just seemed to want a parrot of a certain appearance. He didn’t seem to care much about anything else. He took a look at the bird, asked me the price, and said he’d take it.”
“Did he buy a cage at the same time?”
“Yes, of course. He took the parrot with him.”
“And he was driving a car?”
“That’s the thing I can’t remember,” Gibbs said, frowning. “I can’t remember whether I took the cage out to the car or whether he did. I have an impression that he was driving a car, but I didn’t pay too much attention to it. If he did have a car, it was just the ordinary sort of a car you’d associate with a man of that type, nothing to attract attention or to impress itself on my memory.”