time.”
“Any trouble with them, or anything against them except that they were Wobblies?”
“No—they were pretty good workers.”
“Any trouble with them after he fired them?” I asked.
“No real trouble, though they were pretty hot. They made red speeches all over the place before they left.”
“Remember what day that was?”
“Wednesday of last week, I think. Yes, Wednesday, because I hired two new men on Thursday.”
“How many men do you work?”
“Three, besides myself.”
“Was Mr. Newhouse sick very often?”
“Not sick enough to stay away very often, though every now and then his heart would get back on him, and he’d have to stay in bed for a week or ten days. He wasn’t what you could call real well at any time. He never did anything but the office work—I run the shop.”
“When was he taken sick this last time?”
“ Mrs. Newhouse called up Tuesday morning and said he had had another spell, and wouldn’t be down for a few days. He came in yesterday—which was Thursday—for about ten minutes in the afternoon, and said he would be back on the job this morning. He was killed just after he left.”
“How did he look—very sick?”