"You've read the papers—all about Mr. Warren's murder, haven't you?"
"I'll say I have."
"What do you think about it?"
Again that startled look in Barker's eyes. Again the nervous twitching of hands.
"Whatcha mean, what do I think about it?"
"The woman in the taxicab—do you think she killed him?"
Barker drew a deep breath. One might have fancied that it was a sigh of relief.
"Oh, her? Sure! She's the person that killed him!"
"He knew a good many women?" suggested Carroll interrogatively. "He got along pretty well with them?"
"H-m!" William Barker nodded. "You said it then, Mr. Carroll. Mr.
Warren—he was a bird with the women!"