jolly sort of man,â Baker said. âFull of fun, you know? It doesnât seem possible. It really doesnât, captain. Not to any of us.â
âIt seldom does, Mr. Baker,â Weigand said, and Pam North said, âWonât you sit down, Mr. Baker?â He looked at her. âWe met last night,â Pam said. âAt the party. You were dressed up as a little boy and the pretty girl with youâMiss Evans, wasnât it?ââ
âMiss Evitts,â Baker said.
âOf course,â Pam said. âAs a witch. Soââ She paused. She looked at Bill Weigand, who smiled slightly with his eyes, whose eyes said, âYes, Pam, I remembered.â
âOne of Mr. Wilmotâs jokes,â Baker said. âWeâwe certainly fell for it, didnât we?â He smiled, somewhat ruefully; a man remembering when he had been the butt of a famous jest. He sobered. âWhen you think that all the way homeâto Miss Evittsâs, I meanâwe were laughing about it.â He shook his head, noting the irony of laughter under such conditions.
âYou took it so well,â Pam told him. âIâm afraid most peopleâfor example Jerry and Iââ she indicated Jerry, for the recordââwould have beenâput out.â
âOh,â Baker said, âwe both know-knew-Mr. Wilmot. If you knew him, you couldnât beâput out, as you say. Butâthis doesnât help, does it?â The last was to Weigand.
âWell,â Weigand said, âwhile weâre on the subject. You and Miss Evitts left the party together? You took her home? When was that, about?â
âWhyââ Baker said, and paused. He looked at Weigand for a second, his face blank. âOh,â he said. âWe left, Iâd say, a little after one. You were getting ready to go then, Mrs. North. Wouldnât you say a little after one?â
âYes,â Pam said.
âWe found a cab and I took Martha home,â Baker said. âShe lives up near Columbia. It wasâoh, almost two when we got there, I think. She lives with two other girls in an apartment, and I went to the door with her. Then I went home. That is, Iâm living in a hotel down in the Chelsea area. Convenient to the shop, you know. I went down by subway and I got inâoh, about two-thirty. The clerk will know, because I had to pick up my key.â He stopped. âIs that what you wanted to know, captain?â he said. âYou donât think either of usâ?â
âWe have to check on everybody,â Weigand told him. âBy the wayâMrs. North has told me about the masquerade costumes you and Miss Evitts wore. She got the impression that you were quite upset about it. Even angry, perhaps. You say you werenât?â
âNo,â Baker said. âOhâI was embarrassed. Who wouldnât be? Perhaps I lookedâupset. But that was all over in a minute.â
âAnd Miss Evitts?â
âI told you, we laughed about it afterward.â
âMr. Wilmot had told you it was to be a costume party? And suggested what you wear?â
Baker nodded.
âHe played a lot of jokes,â Baker said. âHad a lot of fun.â He paused. âNever a dull moment,â he added, and Pam North looked at him for an instant with new intentness. But there was no change in the youthful candor of his face.
Bill Weigand nodded.
âEventually,â he said, âweâll have to dig into everything. Mr. Wilmotâs business, even. Find out all we can about him. About people he knew, people who might have had something against him. About his finances. You donât know anything, offhand, about his business dealings that might be helpful?â
Baker shook his head. The Novelty Emporium couldnât, he thought, have anything to do with Mr. Wilmotâsâmurder. Again he used the word with disbelief.
âAs I