"I heard you were looking for me."
"Yeah, we thought you might be a little worried about the case we talked to you about."
I stared at him, puzzled. His attitude was not that of the aggressive policeman. He seemed almost apologetic.
"We have our job to do, Mr. Cameron, and we have to run down every possibility just as a matter of routine."
"Sure. I understand."
He grinned. The square face which had appeared so mean and hard acquired the pudgy friendliness of a well-fed puppy.
"You have to admit it looked kind of funny, your asking about the girl and her being killed a couple of hours later. It's the kind of thing we can't ignore."
"Yes, of course. Have you—discovered anything new? I mean, do you know who did it?"
"Oh, yeah, we got him. The owner of the restaurant where she worked."
"Harry?"