"I do. Know him personally, in fact. I've played golf with him. Pretty nice sort." "Rich, isn't he?" "Reputed to be. Never works; spends freely--not ostentatiously, but liberally. Pretty fine sort of a chap. It's a damned shame!" "How about his relations with women?" The reporter hesitated and glanced guiltily at the dead body. "That's rather strong--" "It's not going beyond here, unless I find it necessary. I've played clean with you boys. Suppose you do the same with me." "We-e-ell"--reluctantly--"he was rather much of a rounder. Nothing coarse about him, but he never was one to resist a woman. Rather the reverse, in fact." "Ever been mixed up in a scandal?" "Not publicly. He's friendly with a good many men--and with their wives. A dozen, I guess; but the husbands invite him to their homes, so I don't suppose there could be anything in the gossip. You see, folks are always too eager to talk about a man in his position and whatever woman he happens to be friendly with. And anyway, there hasn't been nearly so much talk about him since his engagement was announced." "He is engaged?" "Why, yes." "To a girl in this city!" "Sure! I thought you knew that. Dandy girl--Hazel Gresham. You've heard of Garry Gresham? It's his kid sister." "So-o! How long has this engagement been known?" "Couple of months. Pretty soft on both sides; he's got money and so has she. She's a good scout, too, even if she is a kid." "How old?" "Hardly more than twenty; but her family seemed to welcome the match. Warren and Garry Gresham were pretty good friends. Warren was about thirty-three or thirty-four, you know. Gossip had it that the family was going to object because of the difference in ages, but they didn't." Carroll was silent for a moment. "Nothing else about him you think might prove interesting?" "No-o." "And your idea of the murderer, after what you've heard?" "The woman in the taxicab killed him." "When did he get in?" The reporter threw back his head and laughed. "What is this--a game? If I knew that I'd have your job, Mr. Carroll. The dame killed him, all right; and when we find out how she did it, and when, and how he got in and she got out, we'll have a whale of a story!" "No theories as to the identity of this woman, have you?" "Nary one. A chap like Warren--bachelor, unencumbered--is liable to know a heap of 'em. From what you tell me of the tickets--from the fact that she was going away with him, I sort of figure you might do a little social investigating and discover what woman might have been going off with him." Eric Leverage had been listening intently. His mind, never swift to work, yet worked surely. His big voice boomed into the conversation: "Carroll?" "Yes?" "This young fellow says Miss Gresham's family didn't have no objections to the marriage. It just occurred to me to ask him is he _sure_?" The reporter flushed.