“You couldn’t swear that he had probably been knocked down before the car struck him?”
“Not ‘probably.’ I could swear he had been hit on the head, and that the blow might have been struck while he was still erect — as far as my examination went.”
“Confound it,” Wolfe grumbled. “I hoped to simplify matters by forcing those people up there to do some work. You did all you could, Doctor, and I’m grateful.” He turned his head. “Saul, I understand that Archie gave you some money for safekeeping the other evening?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Have you got it with you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Please give it to Doctor Vollmer.”
Saul got an envelope from his pocket, took some folded bills from it, and stepped to Vollmer to hand them over.
Doc was puzzled. “What’s this for?” he asked Wolfe.
“For this afternoon, sir. I hope it’s enough.”