“We don’t know him,” Elgin said from the kitchen.
“I’m sorry, we can’t help you.”
I waited for Elgin to come back from the kitchenette. Then I opened the Sunday paper which was lying on the sofa, found the section which gave the account of the mysterious suicide pact in the KOZY DELL SLUMBER COURT.
The pictures were fairly good.
“How about these people?” I asked.
An exclamation burst from the woman’s lips. “Bob,” she said impulsively, “that’s the same girl who objected to having her picture taken last week!”
Elgin’s elbow nudged her so hard I could see her head move.
“What girl?” he asked.
The blonde said vaguely, “You know, the girl we saw while we were walking in the park. No, I guess it isn’t either. I thought for a minute she was the same person, but she isn’t.”
“Ever seen either of them around the Cabanita?” I asked.