Princeton police—a classmate saying sagely, "Never write out a statement for the cops. They always try to get you to do it, and it always gets you in bad later. See a lawyer first."
Dudley shook his head in the negative, and the sergeant, to Dudley's relief, said indifferently, "Oh, all right."
Two reserve policemen were looking up curiously from their pinochle game in the opposite corner of the room at the news of a shooting. Dudley felt the cold-shower effect of the brisk, businesslike hostility with which the police treat people whom they are detaining under suspicion. To a man arrested for the first time and innocent of the charge against him the cold-blooded manner in which the police take it for granted he is guilty and treat him accordingly in their preliminary dealings with him is very depressing. The warm outside world seems miles away, though it may be just the other side of the grated window.
Everybody in the room seemed to Dudley to be arrayed against him. It would be wise to notify somebody, to set them working in his interest.
Notify Carmelita? That wouldn't do. She was in a highly nervous state no doubt, being excitable by nature anyway, and she might come rushing down and give the whole thing
