"Harold Farman."
"Driver's license?"
"Why ... er ... I—"
"No license?"
"Well, it's here. But—"
The policeman nodded. "Gimme," he snapped.
Harry Foster cursed himself for forgetting. For even trying to run under an assumed name without changing every bit of evidence. But the policeman looked rather rough, and Harry handed over the license.
"This says 'Harry Foster'," grunted the cop.
"I'm Harry Foster."
"That wasn't the name you gave me," said the cop pointedly.