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The Luminous Face
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2017
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“Mostly fur, and long gray stockings and a little round cap of gray fur.”
“Squirrel fur?”
“Yes, I guess so. Gray, anyway. A pert little thing she was, and yet pretty too, in a sort of way.”
“What sort of way?”
“Oh, fly, flippant – flirtatious.”
“I don’t know – she just gave me that impression.”
“Would you know her if you saw her again?”
“I’m not sure – those little trots all look alike. But I’d know the clothes.”
“Don’t squirrel furs all look alike?”
“Perhaps – yet I think I’d know her. You don’t think she killed Mr Gleason, do you?”
“Gracious, no! Do you?”
“Well, I never saw her come out.”
“But you weren’t on watch all the time, were you?”
“No; of course not.” Miss Adams turned thoughtful. “But I didn’t hear her go out – funny.”
“Who was the other caller?”
“A man.”
“After the girl came?”
“Yes; soon after. He was a swagger, well-dressed chap; not very large, but tallish.”
“Derby hat?”
“No, sort of soft felt – ”
“Gray?”
“Maybe – but more like olive green – dull olive.”
“Overcoat?”
“Yes, of course. Dark, plain, but with an air.”
Prescott looked at the old maid interestedly. How should she know when men’s clothes had an air?
“I’m very observant,” she said, catching his expression.
“I’m fond of clothes, though I never had a smart gown in my life. But I know when people are well-dressed.”
“The man went in then, before the girl came out?”
“Why, yes; but I never saw or heard the girl come out.”
“Did you see or hear the man come out?”
“No; but that’s not so strange. I wasn’t interested in him.”
“And you were in the girl?”
“Yes, I was. She’s no right to be calling at a man’s apartment! I’d no thought of the man visitor, but I’d like to catch hold of that silly young thing and give her a talking to.”
“Do you think she’d listen?”
“I know she wouldn’t! But I’d like the satisfaction of giving her a piece of my mind!”
“You may get it. I’m going to try to find her.”
“Can you?”
“I don’t know. Well, now, see here; we are assuming that Mr Gleason died at about quarter to seven. Do you think either or both of those people stayed as long as that?”
“How on earth can I tell? I didn’t see them leave, you know.”
“And you saw no one else enter?”
“No.”
“Nor heard any one?”
“Not that I know of. After six o’clock, there’s more or less trafficking on the stairs anyway. The tenants come home, you know.”
“Yes; now, you’re sure about these two, and that they came about five o’clock?”
“I’m sure they came, but I can’t say certain about the time. It was quite some after five, but I’ve no idea just how much after.” Concluding he could learn no more from Miss Adams, Prescott went to Doctor Davenport’s office to interview Nurse Jordan.
He found a calm, placid-faced woman, who, being interrogated, told the story just as the doctor had told it.
“Describe the voice that came to you over the telephone,” said Prescott.
“Well, it was gasping and faint – just what you would expect a man’s voice to be after he had been shot.”
“Fatally shot?”
“Of course not! But I heard it, and I know what he said. Now if he spoke, he must have been alive, and if he was alive, he hadn’t yet been fatally shot. Had he?”
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