“I just told you — she bought them that afternoon.”
Bauer shook his head. “If she had another pair, I sure don’t understand why she wanted to find the one she lost in the theatre.”
The detective walked slowly to the door. “Guess I’ll be getting along,” he said.
“What’s on your mind, Sergeant?”
“Nothing. Nothing at all. Say, while I think about it, have you made the arrangements?”
“With the mortician? Yes. And thanks very much for your advice.”
“Treat you okay on the price?”
“I think they’re being very reasonable. I wouldn’t have thought of that angle if you hadn’t mentioned it.”
“Think nothing of it. So you’re okay financially?”
“Yes. At least I can get by. Why?”