Stonery sidled in and tried the front door.
"She locked it," one of the reporters told him. "The cops went back for a warrant. Say! You're Stonery!"
"Yes," the thin man said, flushing. A press camera flashed and he put up his hands too late to shield his face.
"Give us a statement, Mr. Stonery, before the cops come back," the reporters clamored.
Stonery backed off, waving his hands. "Please, please," he said.
"She cracked?" a reporter asked. "When did you first notice?"
"Please," Stonery said. "Yes, she's upset. Her oldest son went into the state penitentiary in California last week. She's very upset about it."
"He kill somebody?" the same reporter asked.
"No, oh no ... just armed robbery ... please don't print that, boys."
"Here come the cops back!" someone shouted.