I didn’t let him go any further. “Listen, buddy,” I pounded on his chest with a stiffened forefinger, “it’s quite possible that right now there’s a murderer loose on this campus. If he isn’t a murderer he’s liable to be one if you don’t use your knob and tell me where I can find the room. And if you don’t,” I added, “I’ll smack you so hard you’ll spill your insides all over the joint!”|