Scudder said, “Let him go, boys.”
Inspector Bodfish said, “You mean book him on an open charge or...”
“I mean let him go. Let him walk out of here,” Scudder ordered. “Turn all three of them loose.”
Mason’s bow was sardonic.
“Do I,” he asked, “get my fingerprints back?”
Scudder said grimly, “Try and get them.”
Borge wiped his forehead, blinked through the thick-lensed glasses, and said, “We aren’t done with this guy.”
Scudder said, “Shut up, Borge. That’s all. Mason. Get out.”
Mason led the way down the long flight of stairs to the street.
En route to the hotel, Mason turned to Drake and said with a grin, “Well, Paul, that wasn’t so bad as you thought it would be, was it?”