John Cleaver
Yes—yes and no. I was a little late. I arrived at her apartment, ooh, about a quarter to twelve, or thereabouts. I waited for a minute outside her window to light a cigar. Then, I glanced down to the side entrance to the building. And, who should I chance to see but Dr. Lindquist. He was behaving in a very peculiar manner—seemed to me very queer, very mysterious. I didn't like it. So, I made up my mind not to see the Canary again. And, I turned and walked back home. Now, that's all I can tell you. I'm a busy man, and I hope you'll excuse me.