“Anything is possible, Corson, but I think what you suggest is exceedingly improbable. I know Moore only from my chats with him now and then in the elevator, and that’s all I can say. To me, anything crooked in that young man seems decidedly unlikely.”
Vail went off leaving a sadly perplexed detective behind him, who felt that he didn’t know which way to turn, and was inclined to follow the advice he had received regarding a colleague.
Corson was anxious for further talk with the members of the Prall household, but they had not made appearance yet and he hesitated to call them.
He decided to run down to the Magnifique at once, when he received unexpected help from the telephone operator, Julie Baxter.
“Sir Herbert has a lot of telephone calls from ladies,” she said, with a meaning glance.
“Is that so? Did he have any yesterday?”
“Yes, he did. About five o’clock, a skirt called him up and they had a merry confab.”
“Who was she?”
“Dunno; but he called her ‘Babe.’”
“Not very definite! Most girls get called that! What did she say?”