Whew! Finally getting a moment to catch up on my reading!
They would ask questions he wouldn't want to answer honestly. They had the training and experience to assess the truth of a suspect's story.
Yup.
He didn't know if he was going to be charged with murder.
Most likely.
You stopped *there?* How evil!
After climbing the stairs, she knocked on the first door.
"No," he said. "I didn't kill Ms Drake."
Whew! Okay. Glad we're getting the whole interview.
The only way to do that was going to involve divulging a much bigger secret.
Right. Ooooh, Clark!
"Do you think Mr Kent killed the young woman?"
This is when you tell her that this is off the record and not for a story.
"At first, I thought I was *helping* Mr Kent."
Poor Lady.
"She ... she had seemed interested in pursuing a closer friendship. I had been trying to tell her all week that I didn't feel that way about her."
True enough.
I figured the blonde woman had to be the perpetrator and Mr Kent was trying to escape from her.
Ahh!
"Dark trousers. Blue, not black. A dark grey jacket. Dark pink shirt and a nice tie with flowers on it."
One of the few to call Clark's choice in ties "nice."
"I didn't see anyone who could give me an alibi."
Yup.
Because those who had seen him hadn't realised they were looking at Clark Kent.
Yup.
In the limited light, someone had assumed it had been him.
They thought Clark Kent was a killer.
And a coward.
Yup.
If this case went to court, Mrs McCreadie would make an excellent witness.
Yes, she would.
"And you do that here?" Wolfe gasped. "In *Metropolis*?"
<snicker>
"You had *three* women wanting to be with you?" Wolfe's question came loaded with derision.
"No," Clark said sadly. "The third one is just a friend."
"You've seen this dress?" Lois asked eagerly.
<uses dress to bash in Wolfe and Henderson's heads>
"I'd do anything to help Mr Kent. He's a wonderful neighbour. I feel so bad that I got him into trouble."
I feel bad for the neighbor lady.
And Lois was halfway to proving it
She *has* to be. <points to number of chapter>
"Ah … a dress, I think." A couple of fragments floated back. "Yes. It was white. She said she'd bought it in Europe."
See, Henderson???
"Did it take you all night to come up with a story that is basically a copy of the situation with Mayson?" Wolfe asked. "Oh, plus a baby for good measure."
Yup, figured he'd go there.
"Were you trying to decide the best way to dodge a murder charge?"
Kinda sorta. Trying to figure out how to prove his innocence without blowing his secret. Oh, plus keep Lois alive and saving several hundred people. You know, a typical night.
"No. She was wearing saddle shoes. Black and white. With red soles. I remember thinking they were totally unsuited to the dress."
"I don't know," Lois said. "But all you have to say is that you saw a woman wearing this dress yesterday." She smiled. "That wouldn't be too hard, would it?"
You go, girl!
Why had the woman shot Mayson?
Because she's crazy?
How many times had he been there for her after she'd done something stupid?
<tries to tally. Calculator gives up and starts spewing smoke>
She wasn't going to allow him to be charged with something he hadn't done.
Whatever the nature of his relationship with the Prada woman.
Super Lois to the rescue!
Eep! This is getting really good!
