"Well, now.... And who are you?" He said it not unkindly.
Julia gave her name. Gravely he shook hands with her.
"Sit over there, Julia," he said.
When she was seated, he sat down. He bent forward and cleared his throat.
Oh, dear, how can I start? she thought. How can I ever start? "What, what was the page you were reading in your book?"
He ignored the question. His eyelids drooped wearily. He took out a notebook. He unscrewed his pen cap.
"I suppose you want to report on the family next door?" he said.
"Well, as a matter of fact, no," Julia said. "I wanted—" And again her resolve faltered.
"Yes?" the F.B.I. man asked.
His law book floated from the table behind him and drifted over his shoulder. It opened itself before his face. The pages riffled.