"That'll cost you, punk," he snarled.
Woodart laughed.
"Laugh," leered Foster. "You can't bring suit for divorce against a dead man, either!"
Harry Foster opened the door to his apartment and nodded quite genially. "Come in, gentlemen," he said overpolitely.
State attorney Jones was less cordial, and Lieutenant Miller was harsh.
"You're Harry Foster."
"I am. Strange coincidence, isn't it?"
"Coincidence my—"
"Be careful," warned Foster. "You wouldn't want to insult a citizen, would you? It might go hard with you."