"No thanks. I had breakfast two hours ago." I got my coffee and sat down across the room from him.
"Can't you smell the cigar smoke?" I sniffed. I didn't smell any cigar smoke. I said, "No."
"That's what she said at the time. That's what I believed at the time. Why shouldn't I?" Degarmo made a sound in his throat. His eyes were a little crazy. I told him about Mrs. Faflbrook and her purple hat and her fluttery manner and the empty gun she had been holding and how she gave it to me.
Behind the right hand lower corner of the windshield there was a white card printed in block capitals. It read:
