“Well, now, I didn’t pay a whole lot of attention to them. One of them was a lot taller than the other one, though.”
A premonition had been growing on Bob and he couldn’t repress his question.
“Did the taller one have red hair?” he asked.
“Come to think of it, he did,” replied the janitor.
“And the shorter one; was there a scar on his forehead?”
“That’s right. Friends of yours, of course?”
“Well, not exactly friends,” said Bob.
“Remember anything else about them?” asked Merritt Hughes.
“Not right now, anyhow,” said the janitor and they left him to return to his work while they went outdoors.
Merritt Hughes was the first to speak.