Hawkins, the marine, stared in amazement at Inspector Winters. "I never heard of a restaurant called Pasquale's Pizzeria," he objected. "I wasn't ever in it, I didn't rob it, and I certainly didn't shoot anybody." "A marine answering your description wounded the owner and cleaned out the cash register," said the inspector. "You didn't know?" "Am I supposed to?" protested Hawkins. "There must be several thousands of marines in this town." "But only one was running along 42nd Street five minutes after the hold-up," snapped the inspector. "Sure I ran," retorted Hawkins, "Look, I was standing idly in a doorway wondering what to do when this fat guy wearing a white apron and chef's hat comes charging at me. He's waving a butcher knife and he's screaming, 'He shot the boss!' So I ran." "You were innocent, but you ran?" "He had that big knife....