“Oscar Schultz,” he read. “Servant of Henry Marchand for more than twenty years. Considered faithful and honest. Says very little and answers questions readily, though briefly.”
The detective read from references on the second sheet.
“Harvey Willis,” he said. “Age twenty-eight. Secretary to Henry Marchand for two years. Seems genuinely broken up by his employer’s death. A weak type, but very conscientious. Has always followed Marchand’s instructions to the letter.”
Klein raised his eyebrows as Cardona read the third name.
“Rodney Paget,” said the detective. “A friend of Henry Marchand—”
“You mean the young clubman?” interrupted Klein. “The polo player?”
Cardona nodded. “He’s not so young, though. About forty.”
“I’m going back a few years,” returned the inspector, with a smile. “Young Paget comes from a good family. I knew his father thirty years back. Always well liked.
“This is Rodney, Junior, eh? He has good connections, but I don’t think he inherited much wealth. What’s his connection with Marchand?”
“Paget is connected with a brokerage house. He handled stocks and bonds for Marchand. He came here tonight to see the old man.”