He was surveying me so closely that I found my eyes going toward the floor in spite of myself.
“Was it Dr. Balman?”
“It might have been. Though it seemed he was a little taller than Dr. Balman.” I was studying the roses on the old-fashioned Brussels.
“Was it Dr. Hajek?” he went on mercilessly.
“I—I tell you, I can’t be sure who it was. It might have been anybody.”
He leaned back in his chair and I could feel his smile.
“I’m beginning to understand your—er—temperament,” he said easily. “I suppose it was this Jim Gainsay. Now you may as well tell me what you were doing with his cigarette case in your laundry bag.”
I blinked.
“How did you know it was there?”
“A policeman found it while searching your room.”