“So the receipt should still be here, shouldn’t it?”
“I dunno.”
“Let’s just see,” the captain said, and turned to one of his flunky cops to say. “Look for it. The credit card slip.”
“Yes, sir.”
Which took about a minute and a half. “Here it is!” said the cop, pulling it out of the stack he’d placed on the counter.
In stunned disbelief, the captain said, “There’s a credit card slip there?”
“Yes, sir.”
Dortmunder, trying to be helpful, said, “I’ve got my copy in my pocket, if you want to see it.”
The captain studied Dortmunder. “You mean, you really did come in here this afternoon and fall asleep?”
“Yes, sir,” Dortmunder said.
The captain looked angry and bewildered. “It can’t be,” he insisted. “In that case, where’s the burglar? He has to be in the building.”
One of the rent a-cops, an older guy who had his own special uniform with stripes and epaulets and stars and awards and things on it to show he was an important rent-a-cop, a senior rent-a-cop. cleared his throat loudly and said, “Uh, Captain.”
The captain lowered an eyebrow at him. “Yeah?”
“The word went out,” the senior rent-a-cop said, “that the burglar was caught.”
The captain got that message right away. “You’re telling me.” he said, “no one’s watching the exits.”
“Well, the word was,” the senior rent-a-cop said, “he was, you know, caught.”
Dortmunder, honest but humble, said, “Captain, would you mind? My wife’s gonna be really really really irritated. I mean, she doesn’t like me to be ten minutes late for dinner, you know, and—”
The captain, furious at everybody now, snapped, “What? What do you want?”
“Sir,” Dortmunder said, “could you give me a note for my wife?”
“A note!” The captain looked ready to punch a whole lot of people, starting with Dortmunder. “Gedaddahere!”
“Well, OK,” Dortmunder said.