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 Mr. Bordman—Samuel Bordman—who lived here for many years."

"Ain't living here now," replied the janitor, briefly. "When he went away in April he didn't come back. His lease lapsed in August; so I had to rent his apartment."

"Have you any idea of his whereabouts?"

"Nope. Packed up and cleared out, 's all I know. Say"—with sudden interest—"be you a detective?"

"No. I'm merely one of his clients. I wanted to find him if possible. Did he seem all right when he left?" "Well, he kind o' spruced up a bit toward the last and wore a pink in his buttonhole. But he wasn't any more luny than usual."

"A trifle queer, eh?"

"On some points. Always paid his bills; so we hadn't any kick coming. Oh, he was all right. We all liked the old codger, if you come to that."

"Did a woman ever call on him?"

"Bo, whenever he saw a strange female he beat it for the dumb-waiter, believe me. They couldn't get near him with a ten-foot pole. Nope; nothing like that in his. He was here for about eighteen years; so I