“You said,” I ventured, “that you and he were good friends.”
His head jerked up. “I did not. Did I say that?”
“More or less. Maybe not in those words. Why, weren’t you?”
“We were not. I haven’t got any good friends.”
“You just said that the girl that used to live here got you a job. That sounds like a good friend. Or did she owe you something?”
“Not a damn thing. Why do you keep bringing her up?”
“I didn’t bring her up, you did. I only asked who was the former tenant in the apartment below you. Why, would you rather keep her out of it?”
“I don’t have to keep her out. She’s not in it.”
“Perhaps not. Did she know Philip Kampf?”
“I guess so. Sure she did.”