“Who is the newest tenant you have?”
“ Mr. and Mrs. Jerald; they came the day before yesterday.”
“What apartment?”
“704—next door to Miss Eveleth.”
“Who are these Jeralds?”
“They come from Boston. He told me he came out here to open a branch of a manufacturing company. He’s a man of at least fifty, thin and dyspeptic looking.”
“Just him and his wife?”
“Yes. She’s poorly too—been in a sanatorium for a year or two.”
“Who’s the next newest tenant?”
“ Mr. Heaton, in 535. He’s been here a couple of weeks; but he’s down in Los Angeles right now. He went away three days ago, and said he would be gone for ten or twelve days.”
“What does he look like, and what does he do?”
“He’s with a theatrical agency, and he’s kind of fat and red-faced.”
“Who’s the next newest?”
“Miss Eveleth. She’s been here about a month.”
“And the next?”
“The Wageners, in 923. They’ve been here going on two months.”
“What are they?”