“How tall was Jarnow?”
“About my height.”
* * *
Griffith walked to the window; raised it; and looked below. The alley was slightly raised; the distance was about nine feet to the ground.
“Window unlocked?” asked Griffith.
“It was,” replied Harrison. “Raised just a fraction of an inch at the bottom. Shade fully drawn.”
Griffith walked about the room, whistling softly.
“What’s that?” he asked, pointing to a tiny scrap of paper that lay on the floor near the table.
“Don’t know how I missed that,” said Harrison. “Looks like it was torn from a larger sheet.”
Griffith picked up the bit of paper, and laid it on the table.