“Salzer hasn’t reported Nurse Gurney is missing?”
He shook his head.
“He’d scarcely have had time, would he? Besides, she might have remembered something and gone out to get it. There must be any number of reasons why she left the apartment.”
“Without shoes and stockings and in the middle of a conversation? Don’t kid yourself. This is kidnapping, and you know it.”
“I’ll go over there and talk to the janitor. You better keep out of this. I’ll tell Brandon the janitor reported it.”
I shrugged.
“Just so long as something’s done. This other case interests me. Who was the nurse?”
Mifflin hesitated, then got up and went over to one of his many filing cabinets.
“Her name was Anona Freedlander,” he said, pawed through a number of files, selected one and brought it to his desk. “We haven’t a lot of information. Her father’s George Freedlander. He lives at 257 California Street, San Francisco. She disappeared on 15th May of last year. Salzer reported to Brandon. Freedlander came to see us, and it was his idea she had run off with this boy friend, a guy named Jack Brett. Brett was in the Navy. A couple of weeks before Anona disappeared he deserted. Brandon said we needn’t look too hard; we didn’t.”
“Did you ever find Brett?”