Bob Bailey

Other than telling us that they considered Mr. Daniels a little eccentric, the neighbors were unable to give us any additional information that might help us in the prosecution.

After we finished talking to the neighbors, we went across the street to the apartment house.

There were lights burning in the upper rear apartment.

We tried the bell, but there was no answer.

From the set of keys Daniels had given us, we found the one that fit the door and let ourselves in.

We heard somebody moving around on the floor above us.

We went up and found a man there who identified himself as Oliver Randall.

He appeared nervous and upset.

There were papers and rags scattered over the floor of the room.

Oh, yeah, I was just cleaning up here.

Mr. Daniels told me to be sure and clean this up, papers and junk.

I see.

Well, here's some keys for you, Randall.

Daniels asked to get them to you.

Oh, yeah.

Apartment house keys.

Mr. Daniels was supposed to meet me here.

He said 8 o'clock.

I think that's what he said.

I wonder where he is.