shape suggested something to Weigand and he almost had it before Mrs. North spoke.
âYou see what it is, donât you?â she said. âIt came out of the little slot by the bell.â
That was it, Weigand realized. Each bell in the vestibule downstairs had a slot by it, into which a slip bearing the name of the tenant could be inserted. This slip would fit the slot; it had been cut for the slot. It had, he realized, almost certainly been in the slot. But it mightâ
âDid anybody named Edwards ever live here?â he asked.
That, Mrs. North told him, was the point. Nobody had; not, at any rate, since they had been there, and that was a long time. It couldnât have been there all that time.
âDonât you see?â she said. âItâs the murdererâs name! He put it there so the other man could ring.â
It could, Weigand realized, be that way. He checked it over, aloud, while Mrs. North nodded.
âThe murderer,â Weigand said, âcame aboutâwhat did we say?â3:20 or 3:25. He had this slip ready, and put it opposite the bell of the fourth-floor apartment. Right?â Mrs. North nodded. âThen he rang your bell and pretended to be Western Union when you let him in. SoâThen he went upstairs and into the apartment. Right?â Mrs. North nodded again.
âThen,â said Weigand, âhe must have already made an appointment with the man he was going to kill; made it for, say 3:30 or a little later, and given the man this address and false name.â Mrs. North looked dubious. Why, she said, false? And if false, why did the other man come? Weigand thought false, because nobody would use his own name. It didnât stand to reason.
âHe, the murderer, talked to his man by telephone, probably,â Weigand explained. âPerhaps around noon Monday. He said he was Edwards, which means that the victim knew somebody named Edwards who might call him up and arrange an appointment. Right, so far?â
Mrs. North still was a little dubious, but she nodded, and Weigand went on.
âThe murdererââ he began.
âCall him X,â Mrs. North said. âPeople always do.â
âRight,â Weigand said. âCall the murderer X. So X telephoned the victim, Brent.â
âBrent?â said Mrs. North.
Weigand said he had assumed she had seen the papers, but she shook her head. âOnly the mornings,â she said; âhe was still just nobody in the mornings.â
He was, Weigand explained, Brent in the afternoons and told her, in a few words, something about Brent. But they would let that rest for the moment, and where were they? They were, Mrs. North said, with the murderer being called X, and X calling up the victim, Brent. Weigand said, âRight.
âX called Brent,â he said, âand described himself as Edwards. Brent knew somebody named Edwards, and had some reason for wanting to see him but he didnât know where Edwards livedââ Weigand studied a moment over that. âOr,â he said, âX, posing as Edwards, said he had moved and gave this address. Itâs close enough to October 1 to make thatâ plausibleâyou expect everyone to move then. X told Brent to come around at 3:30 and Brent did. Sure enough, when Brent got in the vestibule, there was Edwardsâ name by a bell, and he rang the bell and X let him in. And X killed him.â
âBut would it ring?â Mrs. North said. âThe fourth floor bell, I mean, with the electricity off up there?â
The bells, Weigand told her, would be on the general house circuit, unconnected with the apartment circuits.
Mrs. North nodded, still a little hesitatingly.
âWhy couldnât it really have been Edwards?â she said. âSomebody really named Edwards?â
That, Weigand pointed out, was perfectly clear. If the murderer were really named Edwards, heâd take mighty good care not to leave
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