phone operator if you haven't got to—no sense at all. So I went out the same way I came in. Picked up a taxi on Broadway, and went"
"That's enough!" Again Vance's command cut him short.
"Oh, all right—all right." Mannix seemed content to end his statement at this point. "Only, y' understand, I don't want you to think"
"We don't."
Markham was puzzled at these interruptions, but made no comment.
"When you read of Miss Odell's death," he said, "why didn't you come to the police with this highly important information?"
"I should get mixed up in it!" exclaimed Mannix in surprise. "I got enough trouble without looking for it—plenty."
"An exigent course," commented Markham with open disgust. "But you nevertheless suggested to me, after you knew of the murder, that Cleaver was being blackmailed by Miss Odell."
"Sure I did. Don't that go to show I wanted to do the right thing by you—giving you a valuable tip?"
"Did you see any one else that night in the halls or alleyway?"
"Nobody—absolutely nobody."
"Did you hear any one in the Odell apartment—any one speaking or moving about, perhaps?"
"Didn't hear a thing." Mannix shook his head emphatically.
"And you're certain of the time you saw Cleaver go out—five minutes to twelve?"
