(Tuesday, September 11; 11.15 a. m.)
Heath had stepped out into the hall, and now returned with the day telephone operator, a sallow thin young man who, we learned, was named Spively. His almost black hair, which accentuated the pallor of his face, was sleeked back from his forehead with pomade; and he wore a very shallow moustache which barely extended beyond the alæ of his nostrils. He was dressed in an exaggeratedly dapper fashion, in a dazzling chocolate-colored suit cut very close to his figure, a pair of cloth-topped buttoned shoes, and a pink shirt with a stiff turn-over collar to match. He appeared nervous, and immediately sat down in the wicker chair by the door, fingering the sharp creases of his trousers, and running the tip of his tongue over his lips.
Markham went straight to the point.
"I understand you were at the switchboard yesterday afternoon and last night until ten o'clock. Is that correct?"
Spively swallowed hard, and nodded his head. "Yes, sir."
"What time did Miss Odell go out to dinner?"
"About seven o'clock. I'd just sent to the restaurant next door for some sandwiches"
