“I’ll go over all the details with you tomorrow,” Gates said. “But before tomorrow, we get Miss Betty out of town.” Conway started to protest, but the attorney stopped him. “I know — she’s just a very good friend, but some people might not think so. Back to Topeka for her tonight.”
“I suppose you’re right,” Conway conceded. “Can I see her before she goes?”
“She’s waiting now — it’s foolish, but she insisted. Just be sure you don’t play any big love scene.” Conway nodded his acquiescence.
“Just one more thing for now. Have you got a clean record?”
“What do you mean?”
“Police record. Ever been arrested?”
“Nothing worse than overtime parking.”
“Good. Were you in the war?”
“Three and a half years.”
“Great. Wounded?”