She said, “You’re trying to do altogether too much and you’re worrying too much, Donald. When you got worried about me, you should have communicated with the authorities instead of taking it on yourself to—”
“That’ll do, Miss Dunton,” Ellis said sternly. “I’ll ask the questions. I’d prefer that the information came from Mr. Lam.”
I said, “What information do you want, Mr. Ellis?”
“How did that apartment get all mussed up?”
“What apartment?”
“The one where Miss Dunton had been staying.”
I said, “I wouldn’t know.”
“You wouldn’t know anything about the blood either?”
“Oh, yes,” I said. “I know all about that. You see, I’d been having terrific nosebleeds at intervals during the day. I went up to pack some things for Miss Dunton and my nose started to bleed. I had a lot of trouble with it, trying to stop it. I was afraid I was going to have to go to a doctor. I couldn’t take her things. I was holding my nose. I left the apartment, headed for a doctor’s office, but my nose stopped bleeding before I found one.”
“And you never did get back to pick up Miss Dunton’s things?”