“Guess you’ve picked up the habit from the gang around here. How about it?”
“Yah.”
“Always ‘yah,’” said Cardona with a grin. “I don’t know how you’d get along without it, Fritz! Well, don’t mind me, old boy. I’m leaving in a few minutes.”
While the janitor was mopping along the wall, Cardona turned from his notations to the exhibits that lay upon the desk.
First he picked up two cigarette boxes, which he had taken from Glenn’s home. One was identified by a tag that said, “Tuxedo”; the other was marked, “Business Suit.”
Cardona studied these articles that referred to Louis Glenn. He shook his head and tossed the boxes on the desk. One slid off and landed on the floor.
Fritz heard it drop. The janitor turned and stooped slowly. He picked up the cardboard box and carried it back to the desk.
He laid it beside the one that was there, setting the box down carefully as though it were something of value.
“Handle it easy, Fritz,” laughed Cardona. “Those are exhibits. Evidence. Important. Understand?”
“Yah.”