“I don’t know his last name. I’ve heard him called Fred.”
“Fred Orris!” Flash completed, and his voice was hard.
“Now don’t jump to conclusions,” Wells broke in quickly. “I was talking to Orris myself as I came into the building.”
“You didn’t tell me.”
“No. I know how you feel about him, but you’re wrong this time.”
Flash turned and entered the elevator. “Third floor,” he said briefly.
Wells followed him into the cage. “Where’s Herm?” he asked the elevator man.
“Haven’t seen him,” was the reply. “He’s probably around somewhere punchin’ bells. I wish I had a soft job like that.”
“Let’s see if we can find Old Herm,” Wells suggested, turning to Flash.
“No use. I think I’ll get my hat and go home.”