“Not a soul. I locked the service door at six o’clock, too. Now let me ask this: Who are you, and how did you get in here?”
“That’s fair enough,” smiled Penny. She told her name, explained that she was an acquaintance of the Kohls, and had been summoned by the maid.
“Please don’t think that I am trying to play detective,” she added. “I ask these questions in the hope of gaining information for my father’s paper, the Star.”
“Well, it looks to me as if it was an inside job,” the janitor replied, mollified. “Come to think of it though, I’ve seen a suspicious-acting fellow hanging around the building.”
“You mean tonight?”
“No, several days ago. He stayed on the other side of the street and kept watching the doorway.”
“What did he look like, Mr. Bailey?”
“Oh, I don’t remember. He was just an average young man in a gray overcoat and hat.”
“Gray?” repeated Penny alertly.
“It may have been light blue. I didn’t pay much attention. At the time I sized up the fellow as a detective.”