I saw that she replied in the affirmative.
Kennedy deftly explained who we were and recalled our brief meeting of the morning.
"I'm greatly interested in the Wilford case," he hurried on. "I would like to talk to you about it. May I?"
There was a bit more of conversation, then he hung up with satisfaction.
"She did not welcome it," he reported. "Yet she could scarcely refuse to see us under the circumstances. I have made an appointment to meet her."
There was a noise at the door and I opened it upon Doyle, who entered, his face showing great perplexity.
"What seems to be on your mind. Doyle?" greeted Craig.
"Enough. We've been questioning the night watchman down at the building where Wilford's office is," he informed. "You remember the two glasses on the desk when they found him?"
Kennedy nodded.
"From them," continued Doyle, "I went on the assumption that somebody else had been there at the time. There was a visitor.... We are convinced of it now. The fact is that the building is an old one, built before elevator days, not tall. One can walk up to the office of Wilford easily. People do. And the confounded watchman, a man they call Pete, confesses that he was off the job, at least part of the time, last night. There was plenty of chance for a visitor to have got in and got away."