"It won't take ten minutes.

Your name and address, in case this man dies." "I see.

Very well." Kitty wasn't sure, but the policeman seemed embarrassed about something.
The directness was gone from his eyes and his speech was no longer brisk.
"My name is Conover," said Kitty.
"I got that coming in," replied the policeman.

"We'll be on our way." Not once again did the squat man glance at the man on the bed.

He followed the policeman into the hall, his air that of one who had accepted a certain obligation to community welfare and cancelled it.
Kitty shut the door--and leaned against it weakly.