"Here's what happened," Burris said hurriedly, as if he were afraid Malone was going to change his mind and refuse the assignment. "This red Cadillac I told you about was reported stolen from Danbury. Three days later, it turned up in New York City--parked smack across the street from a precinct police station. Of course it took them a while to wake up, but one of the officers happened to notice the routine report on stolen cars in the area, and he decided to go across the street and check the license number on the car. Then something funny happened." "Something funny?" Malone asked. He doubted that, whatever it was, it was going to make him laugh. But he kept his face a careful, receptive blank. "That's right," Burris said. "Now, if you're going to understand what happened, you've got to get the whole picture." "Sure," Malone said. "Only that isn't what I mean," Burris added suddenly. Malone blinked. "_What_ isn't what you mean?" he said. "Understanding what happened," Burris said. "That's the trouble. You won't understand what happened. I don't understand it and neither does anybody else. So what do you think about it?" "Think about what?" Malone said. "About what I've been telling you," Burris snapped. "This car." Malone took a deep breath. "Well," he said, "this officer went over to check the license plate. It seems like the right thing to do. It's just what I'd have done myself." "Sure you would," Burris said. "Anybody would. But listen to me." "All right, chief," Malone said. "It was just after dawn--early in the morning." Malone wondered briefly if there were parts of the world where dawn came, say, late in the afternoon or during the evening some time, but he said nothing. "The street was deserted," Burris went on. "But it was pretty light out, and the witnesses are willing to swear that there was nobody on that street for a block in either direction. Except them, of course." "Except who?" Malone said. "Except the witnesses," Burris said patiently. "Four cops, police officers who were standing on the front steps of the precinct station, talking. They were waiting to go on duty, or anyhow that's what the report said. It's lucky they were there, for whatever reason; they're the only witnesses we've got." Burris stopped. Malone waited a few seconds and then said, as calmly as he could: "Witnesses to what?" "To this whole business with Sergeant Jukovsky," Burris said. * * * * * The sudden introduction of a completely new name confused Malone for an instant, but he recovered gamely. "Sergeant Jukovsky was the man who investigated the car," he said. "That's right," Burris said. "Except that he didn't." Malone sighed.