The girl nodded.
“Your boss sent you across to the apartment house opposite to ask after a certain Marie Leroyright?”
Again she nodded.
“Well, go on.”
“He wanted to find out who she was. The landlady told me. She was a dancer who wanted to go to Hollywood.”
“Why should this guy Goshawk want to know that?”
“I don’t know. He didn’t say.”
“You never saw the guy who had that room?”
“No, but Mr. Goshawk sent me out for some tinted spectacles and a bottle of hair bleach. He didn’t use them himself. I got to thinking they were for this fella who had the room.”
Hogarty and Jay exchanged glances.