April French isn’t a very common name.” Then his tone turned irritable. “If that damnfool young intern across the hall would let me talk to his sister, we might get a description of the killer.” “The sister saw him?” I asked. “According to her brother, she was over here for coffee when it happened. This is secondhand, because I haven’t seen the woman, but he claims she told him she was sitting with her back to the kitchen door and Benny was just getting ready to pour her a cup of coffee when the killer fired from the doorway. He says she was too hysterical to get any more than that out of her, and he doesn’t know whether she recognized the killer, or even saw him. He gave her a sedative and put her to bed. Says she’s in shock and can’t be questioned until morning.” “Who is she?” I asked. “Her name’s Beverly Arden and her brother’s name is Norman Arden. He says she’s twenty-two and is a secretary at Whittiker Aluminum. Norman is just out of med school and is interning at City Hospital.
