“No, I’ll mention no names. Why, I’ve no right to hint at such a thing.”
“But if you know anything——”
“I don’t. Go ahead with your investigations. If there’s anything to start your suspicions, let me know which way you’re looking.”
Corson went downstairs again, and rounded up all the girls employed in the house who might be apt to come in contact with the tenants.
Daisy Lee, an elevator girl, and Julie Baxter, a telephone girl, were the only ones who seemed to have rancorous or vindictive feelings toward the dead man.
Daisy, a frail, pale girl with a soft pretty face and lovely eyes, said frankly she was glad he was dead, for he bothered the life out of her with his attentions.
“He’d wait till I took other people up or down,” she said, angrily, “so’s he could ride with me alone, and then he’d kiss me.”
“Why didn’t you report his actions to the management?” Corson said, sharply.
“Well,” Daisy blushed and hesitated.
“Speak up, Day!” said Julie. “I’ll tell you, sir. She didn’t tell ‘cause he brought her candy and flowers if she wouldn’t.”