"In this burg? They wouldn't notice if you wandered around in a loincloth. Now I've got to go. This is the wackiest thing that ever happened to me, whatever it really means. Well, good luck, Mike!"
"Grats to you, Citizen French, from deep in my pineal. Oh, wait just one min more please!"
"What is it now?"
"You have given me so much to tell our police. But won't they wonder why this man killed the girl?"
"They can ask him when they catch them, can't they? But it's perfectly obvious. She was buying a ticket, wasn't she?"
"Yes, certainly."
"Well, that meant she was going away—leaving him, doesn't it? So he was in love with her—maybe she was his wife—and he couldn't take it. Maybe she was going to some other guy—how do I know? He found out she was deserting him, so he got hold of the knife, and followed her."
"But I don't see why." Mikel was utterly bewildered. "She was a free agent, like anybody else. He couldn't object to her leaving if she no longer loved him—he didn't own her. That doesn't make sense. If I tell one of our police that theory, she will surely think I'm insane."
"She?"
"All our police are women, of course. Women are naturally gifted at keeping order."