Rand picked up the outside phone and
dialed the same number he had called from the Rivers place that morning.
"Is Sergeant McKenna about?... He is? Fine; I'd like to speak to
him.... Oh, hello, Mick; Jeff Rand."
McKenna chuckled out of the receiver. "Sort of slipped one over on you,
didn't I?" he gloated. "Why, I was checking up on those people who were
at Gresham's, last evening, and they all agreed that young Jarrett and
the Lawrence girl had left the party about ten. So I had a talk with Miss
Lawrence, and she tried to tell me that Jarrett was with her at her
apartment, over the antique shop, from about ten fifteen until about
twelve, when another girl she rooms with got home from a date. I'd of
took that, too, only right across the street from the antique shop there
is one of these old hens like you find in every neighborhood, the kind
that keeps their nose flattened on the window between the curtains,
checking up on the neighbors. I spotted her when I came out of the
antique shop, so I slipped around to see her, and she told me that young
Jarrett went into the apartment with the girl at about quarter past ten,
stayed inside for about twenty minutes, then came out and drove away. She
says Jarrett came back in about half an hour, and stayed till this girl
who shares the Lawrence girl's apartment--a Miss Dupont, who teaches
sixth grade at Thaddeus Stevens School--got home, about twelve.
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