“He ought to know what a swell chance he’s got of hanging a one-legged rap like that on me.”

“He’s not figuring on proving anything in court,” I said.

“No?”

“You’re to be knocked off resisting arrest, or trying to make a getaway. He won’t need much of a case after that.”

“He’s getting tough in his old age.” The thin lips curved in another smile. He didn’t seem to think much of the fat chief’s deadliness. “Any time he rubs me out I deserve rubbing. What’s he got against you?”

“He’s guessed I’m going to make a nuisance of myself.”

“Too bad. Dinah told me you were a pretty good guy, except kind of Scotch with the roll.”

“I had a nice visit. Will you tell me what you know about Donald Willsson’s killing?”