Sally: Well, I was just down in the coffee shop and the cook said his dog died of gopher poison the night of the murder! Don't you think that's sad?
Mac: Sally, Sgt. Enright and I were almost killed just now! That's sad!
(They leave. Mordanti, the hotel detective, has obliviously taken out his pad and pencil, making notes.)
Mordanti: (Without looking up.) What kind of dog was it?