“I guess you got it all in,” he admitted. “As you told it.”
“I suggest,” I said modestly, “that when this case is put away you send that to the school to be used as a model report.”
“Yeah.” He stood up. “You’re a good typist.” He turned to go.
I arose too, saying casually, “I can run along now?”
The door opened, and Inspector Cramer entered. I didn’t like his expression as he darted a glance at me. Knowing him well in all his moods, I didn’t like the way his broad shoulders were hunched, or his clamped jaw, or the glint in his eye.
“Here’s Goodwin’s statement,” Purley said. “Okay.”
“As he told it?”
“Yes.”
“Send him downtown and hold him.”
It caught me completely off balance. “Hold me?” I demanded, squeaking almost like Hildebrand.