"How old?"
"Hardly more than twenty; but her family seemed to welcome the match. Warren and Garry Gresham were pretty good friends. Warren was about thirty-three or thirty-four, you know. Gossip had it that the family was going to object because of the difference in ages, but they didn't."
Carroll was silent for a moment.
"Nothing else about him you think might prove interesting?"
"No-o."
"And your idea of the murderer, after what you've heard?"
"The woman in the taxicab killed him."
"When did he get in?"
The reporter threw back his head and laughed.
"What is this—a game? If I knew that I'd have your job, Mr. Carroll. The dame killed him, all right; and when we find out how she did it, and when, and how he got in and she got out, we'll have a whale of a story!"