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Downtown, I went first to police headquarters. McGraw was holding down the chief's desk. His blond-lashed eyes looked suspiciously at me, and the lines in his leathery face were even deeper and sourer than usual.
"When'd you see Dinah Brand last? " he asked without any preliminaries, not even a nod. His voice rasped disagreeably through his bony nose.