“It’s a wire photo,” says the state police detective. “We just got it from the New York Police.”
“Police?” says Eve.
“He’s wanted for murder,” says the detective.
Eve sits up. “Good heavens, no!” she says.
“Steward said you left the dining car together,” says the detective.
“We might have happened to leave at the same time, but not together,” says Eve.
“What did you two talk about?” asks the detective.
“Talk about?” repeats Eve.
“Yeah your waiter said you were getting along pretty good with this Thornhill fellow,” says the detective.
“Is that his name, Thornhill?” asks Eve.
“You mean, he didn’t tell you?” asks the detective.
“He didn’t tell me anything,” replies Eve. “All we did was chat about different kinds of food, train travel versus plane travel, that sort of thing. Rather innocuous, I must say, considering he was a fugitive from justice. Who did he kill?”
“He didn’t say where he was going, did he?” asks the detective.
“No,” says Eve, “I assumed Chicago. Do you think perhaps he got off when you got on?”
“Look,” says the detective,”if you happen to catch sight of him again, Miss, uh -”
“Kendall,” Eve responds.
“Will you let us know?” asks the detective.
“I’m going to bed soon,” says Eve, “and I’m -“