“Jap servant,” he was informed by the detective. “Came downstairs with the guy that was bumped off — “
“Bring them down to headquarters,” ordered Higgins. “No — wait a minute.”
He looked at Claude Fellows.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
“Claude H. Fellows,” came the response.
“Business?”
“Insurance broker from New York.”
“Did you see the shooting?”
“No. I was in the car. The man in the front seat drove me around the corner.”
“What did he look like?”