“Nostrander,” I said, as though trying to recall the name. “I don’t believe I know anyone of that name. What did he do?”
“He was a lawyer.”
“Sure it was murder?” I asked.
“That’s the way I understand it. Somebody plunked him right in the middle of the heart with a thirty-eight caliber.”
“Did he live there?” I asked.
“No. He was found in some jane’s apartment.”
“Like that, eh?”
“I don’t know. This girl worked in a bank somewhere.”
“What happened to her?”
“She’s missing.”