“No; but that’s not so strange. I wasn’t interested in him.”
“And you were in the girl?”
“Yes, I was. She’s no right to be calling at a man’s apartment! I’d no thought of the man visitor, but I’d like to catch hold of that silly young thing and give her a talking to.”
“Do you think she’d listen?”
“I know she wouldn’t! But I’d like the satisfaction of giving her a piece of my mind!”
“You may get it. I’m going to try to find her.”
“Can you?”
“I don’t know. Well, now, see here; we are assuming that Mr Gleason died at about quarter to seven. Do you think either or both of those people stayed as long as that?”
“How on earth can I tell? I didn’t see them leave, you know.”
“And you saw no one else enter?”