"You didn't tell Fitzmartin, either?"
"He has no reason to know my business."
"But you went out there to see him. And you were both in the same camp with Timmy Warden. It would seem natural to tell him."
"I don't care how it seems. I didn't tell him."
"If a man came to town with a cooked-up story about writing a book, it would give him a chance to nose around, wouldn't it?"
"I guess it would."
"What else have you written?"
"Nothing else."
"Are you familiar with the state laws and local ordinances covering private investigators?"
I stared at him blankly. "No."