“Well, there must be some mistake,” says Thornhill. “Mister Lester Townsend?”
“That’s me,” replies Townsend. “What can I do for you?”
Valerian ducks around a corner as the two men approach.
“Are you the Townsend who lives in Glen Cove?” asks Roger.
“That’s right,” says Townsend. “Are we neighbors?”
“A large, red brick house with a tree-lined driveway?” asks Thornhill.
“That’s the one,” says Townsend.
“Were you at home last night, Mister Townsend?” asks Roger.
“You mean in Glen Cove?” asks Townsend.
“Yes,” replies Roger.
“No, I’ve been staying in my apartment here in town for the last month,” says Townsend. “I always do, when we’re in session here.”
“What about Mrs. Townsend?” asks Roger.
“My wife has been dead for many years,” replies Townsend.
“Oh, I’m -” begins Roger.
“Now, Mister Kaplan, what’s this all about?” asks Townsend.
“Well, forgive me,” says Roger, “but who are those people living in your house?”
“What people?” asks Townsend. “The house is completely closed up. Just the gardener and his wife, living on the grounds.” Townsend folds his arms. “Now, Mister Kaplan, suppose you tell me who you are and what you want?”
“Well, uh, please, just a minute,” says Roger, reaching for the picture of ‘Townsend’ in his jacket pocket. “Look, do you know this man?” He holds the picture up for Townsend to see.
Suddenly, Townsend pitches forward, a knife stuck in his back. Valerian flees the scene. Townsend falls into Thornhill’s arms.