“Taking a walk.”
“I'll say it again,” rapped Kerry, fixing his fierce eyes upon the man's face. “What were you doing there?”
“I've told you.”
“And I tell you you're a liar. Where did you leave the man Cohen?”
Poland blinked his small eyes, cleared his throat, and looked down at the floor uneasily. Then:
“Who's Cohen?” he grunted.
“You mean, who was Cohen?” cried Kerry.
The shot went home. The man clenched his fists and looked about the room from face to face.
“You don't tell me———” he began huskily.
“I've told you,” said Kerry. “He's on the slab. Spit out the truth; it'll be good for your health.”