It took some time to get him over his doubts, but finally I saw his eyes change. He turned towards the window, thinking.
- "I could give you the case file to look at," he said. "But I have to keep one piece of evidence."
He picked up a yellow folder from a pile on his table, took a piece of paper out of it, and handed me the file. I took it.
- "This piece of evidence is a handwritten note," he explained, "found at the crime scene. My problem is that I know that handwriting. I need to check out about it personally. I'll give it to you later."
I saw him hesitate for a moment, but when he continued his voice was determined.
- "I'd better get at this now." His eyes turned to me. "I need to make a phone call, privately. Can you wait in the hallway for 15 minutes?"
- "Yes, sure," I nodded.
- "Good. There are chairs behind the corner, near the elevator," he said, "I'll see you there."