"No. What did you make of her, Williams?"
"Musical comedy. Looking for publicity to help her career. Hard as nails."
"All wrong. Legitimate stage. Hates her career. Softhearted to the point of self-sacrifice."
Williams looked a little crestfallen. "Of course, I didn't have a chance to talk to her," he reminded.
"No. On looks it was quite a good reading, Williams. I wish I could read this case as well." He sat down and ran his fingers through his hair. "What would you do, Williams, once you had got clear of the Marine?"
Williams understood that he was supposed to be Tisdall.
"I'd take a fairly crowded bus somewhere. First that came to hand. Get off with a crowd of others, and walk off as if I knew where I was going. In fact, wherever I went I'd look as if I knew where I was going."
"And then, what?"
"I'd probably have to take another bus to get out of townified parts."
"You'd get out of built-up areas, would you?"