“At five.”
“But he didn’t leave until five-thirty, is that right?”
“I don’t know what time he left. He was still there when I went away, and he arrived here at about six.”
“And where did you go then?”
“To a restaurant downtown.”
“Why’d you come all the way up here first? You could have gone directly from the office.”
“But I had to change my clothes, no?”
“Of course,” Hawes said, and he smiled.
“I change my clothes very often,” Martha said. “I wore to the office a suit, and then I changed to a dress for my date, and when Amos left, I put on a blouse and slacks, because I do not go to bed until very late.”
“I see.” He waited, fully expecting her to say, “Would you mind if I changed into something more comfortable now?” but she didn’t say it, and of course he knew she wouldn’t because what the hell, he was only a city detective and not a private eye.
“What time did you come back here from the restaurant?”
“Eight-thirty, nine o’clock. Somewhere like that.”
“And Mr. Barlow left at what time?”
“About nine-thirty, nine forty-five.” Martha paused. “Do you find me unattractive?” she asked.
“What?”
“My looks. Are they bad to you?”
“Bad?”
“Not pretty, I mean.”
“No, no. No, no, no, you’re very pretty.”
“I think Amos Barlow didn’t think so.”
“Why do you say that?”
“I think he was in a hurry to leave me.”
“How do you know?”
“Well, I offered him a drink, and he said no. And then I asked him if he liked to dance, and he said no.” She paused. Reflectively, she said, “I sometimes don’t understand American men.”
“Well, it takes all kinds,” Hawes said philosophically.
“Do you like to dance?”
“Sure.”
“But, of course, it’s too late to dance now.” Martha grinned. “The people downstairs would complain.”
“I guess they would,” Hawes said.
Martha sighed, inhaling a deep breath, and then exhaling noisily. “He must have thought me unattractive,” she said.
“Maybe you’re not his type,” Hawes said. “Does he date many other girls in the office?”
“I don’t know. He is a very quiet man.” She shook her head in a delightfully confused way. “I am very frustrated from him.”
“Well, all we wanted to know, actually,” Hawes said, “was whether or not he really was with you from six to nine-thirty or so. And I guess he was.”
“Well, he was with me,” Martha said, “but whether he was really with me, that is an open question.” She shrugged. “American men,” she said sadly.
“Thank you very much for your help,” Hawes said, rising, “I’d better go now. It’s getting very late.”
“It is never too late,” Martha Tamid said cryptically, and the fixed him with a stare so blatant he almost melted. He hesitated for just a moment, wondering, and then walked toward the door.
“Good night, Miss Tamid,” he said. “Thank you very much.”
“American men,” Martha Tamid said, and closed the door behind him.
* * * *
SURVEILLANCE OF AMOS BARLOW BY DETECTIVE 3rd/GRADE BERTRAM KLING:
April 12th:
Followed Barlow from precinct to his home in Riverhead, arrived there 11:08 P.M. Barlow parked car, 1959 Ford sedan in garage at rear of house, entered house through kitchen doorway at back. Kitchen light burned for approximately fifteen minutes. At 11:25, light in second story of house went on. Barlow came to window at front of house, looked out into street, drew shade. At 11:35 PM., upstairs light went out. Maintained post until 12:30 A.M., at which time I presumed Barlow had gone to sleep. Put in call to 64th Precinct, Riverhead, was relieved on post by Patrolman David Schwartz.
April 13th:
Relieved Schwartz on post at 6:00 A.M. Took up position on corner of Wagnar and Fourteenth, shielded by hedges of corner house. No at sign of activity in Barlow house of corner house until 7:30 A.M. at which time Barlow came from rear of house, walked to garage, pulled car out. Followed him to restaurant nearby on Pike Avenue, place called Family Luncheonette. Parked across the street, Barlow partly visible through front window. He sat at table alone, ate leisurely breakfast, left luncheonette at 8:22 A.M. Drove through River head via Addison River Parkway which he picked up at Cannon Road and the Avenue (Dover Plains Avenue), joining later with River harb Highway which he took down to Dock Street section. Got off the highway at Land’s End, drove Westerly to Mayfair Avenue, parked the car in open lot on corner of Mayfair and Pickett, walked to office building at 891 Mayfair. No way to continue surveillance into office, so I checked building for rear exists satisfied there were none and than stationed myself in lobby near elevator banks. Broke for coffee at 10:15
April 14th:
Barlow followed identical routine as preceding day. There seems to be nothing
April 15 th
Saturday morning. Arrived at house earlier than usual (5:30 A.M.) because I thought Barlow’s Saturday routine might provide something unusual. Came supplied with coffee and donuts which I had in the car, parked again on corner of Wagner and Fourteenth,