“When did the conference begin?”
“At nine thirty.”
“When did it end?”
“Ten fifteen.”
“And the evening newspapers were notified—”
“Immediately.”
“Did anything happen after that?”
Farmington chewed the end of his cigar as he reflected. He was leaning back in his chair, and Cardona noted the firmness of his profile.
“Nothing else,” came Farmington’s reply.
“All right,” declared the detective. “I’ll read all my notes. Afterward, we can see if we’ve missed anything.”