XVI. El tercer asesinato

black bird back into its nest of excelsior, bending the paper around it, working rapidly, making a larger and clumsy package. > “As soon as I’ve gone phone the police. Tell them how it happened, but don’t drag any names in. You don’t know. I got the phone call and I told you I had to go out, but I didn’t say where.” He cursed the rope for being tangled, yanked it into straightness, and began to bind the package. > “Forget this thing. Tell it as it happened, but forget he had a bundle.” He chewed his lower lip. > “Unless they pin you down. If they seem to know about it you’ll have to admit it. But that’s not likely. If they do then I took the bundle away with me, unopened.” He finished tying the knot and straightened up with the parcel under his left arm. > “Get it straight, now. Everything happened the way it did happen, but without this dingus unless they already know about it. Don’t deny it⁠—just don’t mention it. And I got the phone call⁠—not you. And you don’t know anything about anybody else having any connection with this fellow. You don’t know anything about him and you can’t talk about my business until you