"As much as I can learn about the case." Garrison took a proffered chair. "For instance, what did you find on the body?"
"Nothing—of any importance—a bunch of keys, a fountain-pen, and—and just some useless trash—I believe four dollars and nineteen cents."
"Anything else?"
"Oh, some scraps of paper and a picture postal-card."
"Any cigars?" asked Garrison.
"Yep—three, with labels on 'em—all but one, I mean." He had taken one label for his son's collection.
"What did you do with the stuff?"
"Locked it up, waiting orders from the court," replied Mr. Pike. "You bet, I know my business."
Garrison was pursuing a point. He inquired: "Do you smoke?"
"No, I don't; and if I did, I wouldn't touch one of them," said the coroner. "And don't you forget it."