It was still later when the detective went back outdoors. An officer was watching Guido, who was laying out a solitaire hand on the stoop. The policeman said: "Inspector Harries would like to get a formal statement from you at headquarters, sir."
Yamamura nodded. Guido raised his brows and slanted his head at the cottage. "Could be worse," said Yamamura. "Suppose you leave him alone for an hour or so and then go in and make him some lunch."
"Sure," said Guido.
The policeman followed Yamamura out the drive. At the station, he was shown directly into Harries' office. The inspector was just laying down the phone. "San Francisco," he said. "They raided that address. Traces of occupancy, but nobody home."
"Any other news?" Yamamura sat down and folded his long legs.
"They let the Michaelises go. Gene broke down when they did—reaction, I guess—and admitted where he'd been Saturday night and Sunday. Shacked up."
"I wouldn't think he'd try to hide that. He'd have bragged."
"This time he had two metal legs and he paid. Not much, he hasn't got much, but he paid, for the first time in his life."
"Poor bastard. I can imagine how he feels."
"Well," said Harries, "what does Kintyre think?"