"Wait," protested Kintyre. "I can't really believe he—"
"I'm open to proof," said Clayton.
Kintyre fell silent.
After a while the girl's voice said in the phone: "I found it, Dr. Kintyre. Right where you told me."
"Thanks a lot," he answered automatically. "Would you put it in the safe?" He nodded and hung up.
"Good," said Clayton. He spoke slowly and carefully to Owens' bent head: "We'll leave now. You stay around Berkeley for a while. I'm going to have to call your motive to the attention of the police, so if you left there'd probably be a warrant for you by tonight. But I won't say anything about your peccadillo this afternoon. And if you're innocent, I recommend that you start scrounging around for witnesses to where you were all weekend."
"Whoof!" said Kintyre when he was in the lobby. "I wouldn't like to go through that again."
"Nor I," said Clayton. "Let's have something wet."
They went into the coffee shop and ordered. Kintyre said: "Owens didn't do the murder. I doubt if he's capable of killing his own flies."