"I have been assigned to this murder case upstairs, Mr. Marsh. After considerable investigation I find it will be necessary to ask you a few questions."
Marsh nodded but said nothing.
Morgan sat silent for a moment, as if considering how to begin. Then, without apparently looking at Marsh, he suddenly said, "It's a long jump from Mexico to Chicago."
Marsh unclasped his fingers for a moment and looked hard at Morgan. Morgan caught what he believed to be a start, but gave no indication that it had made an impression upon him.
"I was wondering," he continued, slowly, "what had brought you such a long way."
"Obviously, Mr. Morgan, if you know that much about me, you must also know that I came here on business."
"When do you attend to your business, Mr. Marsh?" asked Morgan, now looking him in the eye.
"At various times of the day," replied Marsh. "Whenever I can get appointments with the people I am negotiating with. I don't quite understand the trend of these questions, but I might say that I was downtown on business the greater part of yesterday afternoon."
"Does standing on a Michigan Avenue curb constitute the principal part of your business, Mr. Marsh?"
"Well, I sometimes fill in my time like that until I am sure the people who are interested in my movements have gone on about their own business."