I said, “Perhaps you can remember him. He may have been representing someone else, and it’s possible you didn’t have his name, a tall man around six feet. He’s about fifty-seven or fifty-eight years of age, has broad shoulders and very long arms. When he smiles, he has a peculiar habit of holding his front teeth together and pulling back his lips.”
She thought for a minute, shook her head, and said, “I’m afraid I’m not able to help you. We carried on rather a large and varied business. Mr. Roxberry did both personal and business financing.”
“Yes, I know. And you don’t remember Mr. Hale?”
“No.”
“He might even have been going under another name.”
“No. I’m quite certain.”
I started for the door, turned back suddenly, and said, “Did you have business dealings with a Marco Cutler?”
She shook her head.
“Or,” I asked almost as an afterthought, “an Edna Cutler?”
“Edna P. Cutler?” she asked.