“Who shot him?”
“I don’t know, but Jenny was nearly crazy! I told her to go to the lunchroom,—that’s where the girls go when off duty,—and I said I’d come to her as soon as I could. I can’t leave my car, you know.”
“Of course not, Minny,” I agreed; “but what did Jenny mean? Did she see Mr. Gately shot?”
“No, I don’t think so,—but she heard a pistol fired off, and she—she——”
“What did she do?”
“She ran into Mr. Gately’s private office,—and, he wasn’t there! And then she—oh, I suppose she hadn’t any right to do it,—but she ran on to his own personal room,—the one where she is never allowed to go,—and there wasn’t anybody there! So Jenny was scared out of her senses, and she ran out here,—to the hall, I mean,—and I took her downstairs,—and oh, Mr. Brice, I’ve got to stop at this floor,—there’s a call,—and please don’t say anything about it,—I mean don’t tell I said anything—for Jenny told me not to——”
I saw Minny was in great perturbation, and I forebore to question her further, for just then we stopped at the seventh floor and a man entered the elevator.
I knew him,—that is, I knew he was George Rodman,—but I wasn’t sufficiently acquainted to speak to him.
So the three of us went on down in silence, past the other floors, and reached the ground floor, where Rodman and I got out.
Waiting to go up, I found Mr. Pitt, a discount clerk of the Puritan Trust Company.