"Are you Sidney Prale?" one of them asked.
"I am."
"You are under arrest, Mr. Prale."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Under arrest," I said. "You know your rights, perhaps, so you need not talk unless you wish to do so."
"You are officers?"
They showed their shields.
"Straight from headquarters," one of them replied. "We want to take a look around your room while we are here."
"Suppose," said Sidney Prale, "that you tell me, first, why I am under arrest? Of what crime am I accused?"
"You are charged with murder."