She was not exactly the type of person he had anticipated encountering in a murder investigation. From the tip of her pert little hat to the toes of her ultra-fashionable shoes she was expressive of the independent rising generation--a generation wiser in the ways of the world than that from which it was sprung--a generation strangely bereft of genuine youth, yet charming in an entirely modern and unique manner. She was obviously a young person of italics, a human exclamation-point, enthusiastic, irrepressible. She sat fidgeting in her chair, trying her best to convince the detective that she was a woman grown. "I'm Evelyn Rogers," she gushed. "I'm the sister of Naomi Lawrence--you know her, of _course_. She's one of the city's social leaders. Of course, she's kind of frumpy and _terribly_ old. She must be--why, I suppose she's every bit of thirty! And that's simply _awful!"_ "I'm thirty-eight," smiled Carroll. "No?" "Yes, indeed." "Well, you don't look it. You don't look a day over twenty-two, and I think men who are really grown up and yet look like boys are simply _adorable!_ I do, really. And I simply _despise_ boys of twenty-two who try to look like thirty-eight. Don't you?" "M-m! Not always." "Well, _I_ do! They're always putting on airs and trying to make us girls think they're full-grown. I just simply haven't time to waste with them. I feel so _old!"_ "I haven't a doubt of it, Miss Rogers. And now--I believe you came to tell me something about the Warren case?" "Oh, yes, indeed--just _lots!_ But do you know"--she stared at him with frank approval--"I'm terribly tickled with the way you look. You may not believe it, but I've always been _atrociously_ in love with you." "No?" "Yes, indeed! You're such a _wonderful_ man--having your name in the papers all the time. Oh, I've read about everything you've done! That's how I learned so much about detectiving--or isn't that what you call it?" "Detecting?" "That's it. You know I always was simply _incorrigible_ in making up words when I couldn't think of the right one. Don't you think it's a lot of trouble sometimes--thinking of just the right word in the right place?" "Sometimes. But about the Warren case?" "Oh, yes, certainly! I'm always getting off my subject, ain't I? I mean--am I not? Bother grammar, anyway. It's a terrible bore, don't you think?" "Yes, Miss Rogers. And now--"