“Yeah, make it unanimous. Which booth?”
“Third on the left.
Do you know Captain Dixon?
I picked him for it.”
“I used to know him.”
I walked down the corridor, counting three, and opened the door and went in.
The room was a little bigger than the one we had used the day before.
Sitting behind the table was a little squirt with a bald head and big ears and eyes like an eagle.
There were pads of paper and pencils arranged neatly in front of him, and at one side was a stack of five boxes of Bailey's Royal Medley.
I told him he was Captain Dixon and I was Archie Goodwin, and it was a nice morning.
He looked at me by moving his eyes without disturbing his head, known as conservation of energy, and made a noise something between a hoot-owl and a bullfrog.
I left him and went back to the front room.
McNair had gone around back of the crowd and found a chair.
Cramer met me and said,
“I don't think we'll wait for any more.
They're going to get restless as it is.”
“Okay, shoot.”
I went over and propped myself against the wall, facing the audience.
They were all ages and sizes and shapes, and were about what you mght expect.
There are very few women who can afford to pay 300 bucks for a spring suit, and why do they have to be the kind you might as well wrap in an old piece of burlap for all the good it does? Nearly always.
Among the exceptions present that morning was Mrs. Edwin Frost, who was sitting with her straight back in the front row, and with her were the two goddesses, one on each side.
Llewellyn Frost and his father were directly behind them.
I also noted a red-haired woman with creamy skin and eyes like stars, but later, during the test, I learned that her name was Countess von Rantz-Deichen of Prague, so I never tried to follow it up.
Cramer had faced the bunch and was telling them about it:
“…First I want to thank Mr. McNair for closing his store this morning and permitting it to be used for this purpose.
We appreciate his cooperation, and we realize that he is as anxious as we are to get to the bottom of this…this sad affair. Next I want to thank all of you for coming. It is a real pleasure and encouragement to know that there are so many good citizens ready to do their share in a…a sad affair like this.
None of you had to come, of course.
You are merely doing your duty-that is, you are helping out when it is needed.
I thank you in the name of the Police Commissioner, Mr. Hombert, and the District Attorney, Mr. Skinner.”
I wanted to tell him,
“Don't stop there, what about the Mayor and the Borough Presidents and the Board of Aldermen and the Department of Plant and Structures…”
He was going on:
“I hope that none of you will be offended or irritated at the simple experiment we are going to try.
It wasn't possible for us to explain it to each of you on the telephone, and I won't make a general explanation now.
I suppose some of you will regard it as absurd, and in the case of most of you, and possibly all of you, it will be, but I hope you'll just take it and let it go at that. Then you can tell your friends how dumb the police are, and we'll all be satisfied.
But I can assure you we're not doing this just for fun or to try to annoy somebody, but as a serious part of our effort to get to the bottom of this sad affair.
“Now this is all there is to it.
I'm going to ask you to go one at a time down that corridor to the third door on the left.
I've organized it to take as little time as possible; that's why we asked you to write your name twice, on two different pieces of paper, when you came in.
Captain Dixon and Mr. Goodwin will be in that room, and I'll be there with them.
We'll ask you a question, and that's all.
When you come out you are requested to leave the building, or stay here by the corridor if you want to wait for someone, without speaking to those who have not yet been in the booth.
Some of you, those who go in last, will have to be patient.
I want to thank you again for your cooperation in this…this sad affair.”
Cramer took a breath of relief, wheeled, and called out toward the bunch of dicks:
“All right, Rowcliff, we might as well start with the front row.”
“Mr. Inspector!”
Cramer turned again.
A woman with a big head and no shoulders had arisen in the middle of the audience and stuck her chin forward.
“I want to say, Mr. Inspector, that we are under no compulsion to answer any question you may think fit to ask. I am a member of the Better Citizens' League, and I came here to make sure that-”