Lieutenant Byrnes was as hot as any man in the squadroom. His office was just to the left of the slatted dividing railing, and it had a large corner window, but the window was wide open and not a breath of a breeze came through it. The reporter sitting opposite him looked cool. The reporter’s name was Savage, and the reporter was wearing a blue seersucker suit and a dark‐blue Panama, and the reporter was smoking a cigarette and casually puffing the smoke up at the ceiling where the heat held it in a solid blue‐gray mass.
