She said acidly, “Chief White can’t be bothered with complaints of that nature.”
“I understand that,” I said. “That’s why I’m asking his secretary.”
She thought that over for a moment and said, “Captain Wilbur is on duty. He can tell you what to do and where to go. His is the next office down the hall.”
I thanked her and had started to turn away when my eye caught a framed picture hanging on the wall near the door. It was a long panorama strip photograph, showing the police officers lined up in front of the new city hall. I gave it a passing glance and went out.
Captain Wilbur had the same photograph hanging in his office. I asked an officer who was waiting, “Do you know who took this picture?”
“A photographer here in town, name of Clover,” he said.
“Nice work.”
“Uh huh.”
I went up and scrutinized it, then put my finger on the fifth man from the end. “Well, well,” I said. “I see Bill Crane is on the force.”
“Huh?”