“Yes. A man was here asking about you. I gave you a very good recommendation, very good indeed.”
“Thanks.”
We sat looking at each other for a while; then he said, “It’s very interesting. I’ve been searching the apartment.”
“For what?”
“For something that might give us some clue.”
“She hasn’t lived here for three years.”
“I know, but I was just looking around on the off chance. You can’t tell when something might be found — letters or something.”
“That’s right.”
“I’ve already found quite an assortment of things, letters that had worked under the papers that were placed on the bottom of the desk drawers, and there in the writing desk a whole lot of correspondence had dropped down in back of the drawer. I haven’t got it all out yet. I put the drawer back when I heard your steps on the stairs. I didn’t know just who it was that was coming.”
He walked over to the desk and pulled out the top drawer.