Serle said, “I can’t help you much there. I had my own problems to worry about. Some of it was dope on the horses. Some of it wasn’t. I remember he told somebody that things had been all settled up, and there wasn’t going to be any trouble. He said, ‘Why don’t you come on down, and let me talk it over with you?’ And then he said, ‘Well, I could run up for just a minute. I don’t want to be away more than a minute or two, but I can run up if you want.’ And then he said, ‘Well, that’s all right then. You come down, but don’t do it before ten o’clock. I’m going to be busy until after ten o‘clock.’”
“Anything else?” Mason asked.
“There were lots of calls. I can’t remember all of them. One of them was from his girl. She seemed to be all steamed up about something, and he was trying to smooth her over with a lot of yes-yes stuff. Hell, Mason, I can’t remember all that junk. If I’d known he was going to get bumped off, I’d have listened, but all I wanted was to find out where I stood.”
“Go on from there,” Mason said.
“That’s about all there is to it,” Serle told him. “I left there right after we’d eaten, went down to a poolroom I knew, and hung around there until ten o’clock, then I called Louie, and he said everything was okay, that he’d stick around and wait for me to call from the station, jump in a cab, come down and put up the bail, and that would be all there was to it.”
“Did you call the police immediately after that?” Mason asked.
“No, I didn’t. I wanted a little time to go over what I was going to tell the law. I played a game of pool and figured things out. I can think better while I’m knocking the ball around.”
“What time did you call Louie?” Mason asked.
“Right around ten o’clock.”
“As late as ten-thirty?” Mason asked, casually.