FROM ACROSS THE STREET
The janitor was the next person called and questioned.
“You take charge of the offices every evening to clean them out and lock them up, do you not?” asked Nick.
“I do, sir.”
“What time do you generally begin that work?”
“Usually right after five o’clock, when Mr. Redway leaves.”
“But you did not come to these offices at five o’clock today, nor yet as early as half-past five?”
“True, sir. I had been asked to wait till six o’clock.”
“Asked to wait till six? By whom?”
“By Miss Langdon, God rest her soul!”
“Did she say why she wanted you to wait?”
“She said she would be busy till that time.”
Nick’s mind instantly reverted to the type-written message which had summoned him to the place of the tragedy.
“Besides sir,” continued the janitor, “Mr. Redway did not
