Squawtooth Canby stepped inside, and returned presently with the redeyed Mrs. Ehrhart. The sheriff questioned her.
“Why, Mr. Demarest and Mr. Spruce was here two or three times yesterday,” she said. “And once there was two more men with ’em. Then several folks was here throughout the day. It’s always that way. This is pretty near a hotel, you know, Mr. Glenn.”
“Anybody phone?”
“Yes—two or three times. But I was in the kitchen mostly. I never paid any attention.”
“But ye’d have to O. K. a long-distance call, wouldn’t ye, ma’am?”
“Yes.”
“And afterward find out the charge and collect from whoever was callin’?”
“Yes—I do that with strangers. But folks about here they just ask the operator at Opaco how much it is, and then come in the kitchen and hand it to me. And when they tell the operator their name she don’t ask me to O. K. it always. She knows everybody about here.”
“Anybody pay you for a long-distance call yesterday, ma’am?”
“No, sir; no one.”