“Then you succeeded in the place made vacant by him when he was admitted to partnership by Mr. Byke?”
“I did.”
“Now, Mr. Gay, who was that dead girl—she was scarcely more than a girl.”
“Her name was Estelle Langdon. She was the office stenographer and type-writer.”
“Where did she live?”
“Somewhere up in Harlem.”
“Was she married?”
Gay’s eyes gave a quick flash toward Nick’s face at this question—a fact the detective mentally noted without pretending to notice it. The answer came almost immediately.
“Not that anybody was aware of.”
“Has she relatives?”