“You mean he came back to his room here in the hotel?”
“Oh, I see what you mean. No. He was very nervous. He walked around for a while, and then came back and tried to go to sleep. He and Philip and Mr. Endicott had a suite. Philip didn’t show up until nearly eleven o’clock. The police found out Whitewell was my client and got him up for a grilling. Poor man. I guess he didn’t sleep much last night.”
“What do you know about the details of the killing?”
“Almost nothing. He was shot. That’s all I know.”
“What caliber gun?”
“I don’t know.”
“Did they find the gun in the apartment?”
“I don’t think so.”
“And no one heard the shot?”
“No. You know how that apartment house is. It’s off on a side street, and there are just those two apartments over the store building. The store closes at six o’clock. Someone must have been looking for something in the kitchen. The doors of the cupboard beneath the sink had been pulled open and a couple of pans were on the floor. I understand there were a few drops of blood near the door which leads to the kitchen. I picked up a little information from the questions the officers asked, but they aren’t giving out very much information.”