"With that cab driver convinced that he's hauling a drunk just aching to give away a big tip—and any normal human being perfectly sure that a wanted killer would never walk into a bar, get loaded and order a cab to take him to the biggest hotel in town—what are my chances, Chief Scott?"
The chief did not answer directly. Instead, "And I'll bet he wins that appeal he's got going, too."
"What did you say, Chief Scott?" Bennington asked.
"We got the word a while ago from Delaware by teletype. Clarens has three good lawyers fighting an appeal from the conviction on every grounds you can think of, including that the confession was beaten out of him.
"That's why I hope he wants to fight when I catch up with him, and that's what Delaware hopes, too.
"But here comes Dr. Thornberry, General Mosby. Let's ask him why Clarens hides so well when he says he wants to be caught."
Thornberry pursed his lips so tightly that his face became a skull's head, then he answered.
"In some areas of human behavior...." he began.
"Dalton," Bennington interrupted, "does he make a game out of getting away when he's caught?"