The man was acting very peculiarly. He looked peculiar too. He was not tall, perhaps five seven, and had on a brown suit, brown soft hat, brown shoes and a striped green and yellow tie. He would have looked like a typical well-dressed businessman—if it had been 1955.
"He looks a bit shifty," Kurt said, pointing him out to his partner.
"Let's check him out," Jan said.
The two policemen crossed the street to where the man was standing near the doorway of the tenement building.
"Excuse me, buddy," Kurt said as they approached the man. "Can we help you?"
"Oh, no thank you,