“Not a thing. He was a little taller than me, black hair, dark. Do you think he may know something?”
“Nah. It’s just that I got to go through the motions. Say, is that dame ever coming down?”
“I heard her walking around — she ought to be down any minute. Did you want to see her?”
“Sure I want to see her.”
Conway wondered whether the sergeant merely wanted to prove that he could hasten Betty’s departure, or whether he had other reasons for wishing to talk to her. Whichever it was, Conway knew there was no chance of balking the detective, once he had made up his mind. He went to the foot of the stairs.
“Betty,” he called.
“Be down in a minute.”
“I got to get going,” Bauer said.
“I don’t know what can be taking her so long,” Conway said. “But you know women.”
“Yeah,” said Bauer. “And that reminds me. I had lunch with Greta and showed her those beat-up gloves. And you know what she said? She said, ‘Good gosh, if a woman was lucky enough to lose one of those, why would she want it back? If she lost one, she could throw the other one away with a clear conscience.’ Makes sense. And that’s a woman’s way of figuring. Gotta take that into account.”