of nowhere in particular,â Weigand said. âA lovely child named, originally, Mary Gallagher. Everybody thought she was wonderful; would do wonderful things. She married Halder, and left the cast of the play. And, a little later, the play left Broadway.â
Mary Gallagher Halder was, the next year, the mother of a boy. âYour Brian,â Weigand told Liza. They were living in the Sutton Place house; everything seemed to be working out well, despite the disparity in age between Halder and his wife. And then, when Brian was a year old, Halder dramatically âretiredâ and, a few months later, left the Sutton Place house and went to live in the room back of the shop in West Kepp Street. âJust like that,â Weigand said. âMrs. Halder says âhe just decided that was what he wanted.ââ
He had kept the Sutton Place house, given his wife and son a very ample allowance and, when his daughter, Barbara, and her husband lost most of what money they had in 1929, agreed willingly enough (as Mrs. Halder had) that they move into the house.
âHe supported them too, largely,â Weigand said. âWhatever he was, he wasnât a miser. Heâwell, he just didnât like people. Didnât want to live with them; preferred his animals. Obviously, I suppose, he was what, if you have a sufficient amount of money, is called âeccentric.ââ
âBrian told me once,â Liza said, âthat his father lost all interest in him after he quit crawling around on all fours. HeâBrian and I laughed about it.â
Weigand smiled. He said that Halder certainly seemed to have shifted his interest to quadrupeds.
Brian had, of course, been far too young for the war; had been in school and had remained in school. Then he had studied architecture at Columbia, but quit before he was graduated and gone into an architectâs office, where he still was. Liza shook her head, slightly. He was still attending classes at Columbia, evenings and Saturdays, in the School of General Studies. He had merelyââwell,â she said, âI suppose in a way he resented his fatherâs attitude. This âtake what you want so long as you donât bother meâ business. Wanted to make his own way.â She paused. âHe never phrased it so,â she said. âIâm guessing mostly.â
Weigand nodded; said it sounded reasonable. When Brian went to work, he had found a small apartment of his own and left the Sutton Place house, so that only the Whitesides and Brianâs mother remained in it. Whiteside, incidentally, was a National Guard lieutenant colonel, perfectly willing to be called âColonel.â So far as Weigand had determined, that was his chief occupation although now and then he bestirred himself to lose a little money in the market. âHe has some money left, apparently,â Weigand said. âAnd his wife hasâhadâa good allowance from her father.â
J. K. Halder, Junior, and his wife, Jennifer, had an apartment of their own; the younger Halder was trying to follow in his fatherâs financial footsteps; the police didnât yet know with what success, although he and Jennifer lived well enough, in a comfortable apartment at a good address. They were often at the Sutton Place house, as was Brian. âHeâs devoted to his mother, apparently,â Weigand said, and looked at Liza for comment. But she had none to make.
âAs to the characters of all these people,â Weigand said, âyouâve all seen them; seen about as much of them as I have.â
âAnd you thinkââ Pam North began.
Weigand, apparently ahead of her, shrugged.
ââone of them did it?â he finished, for Pam. âI donât know, of course. Itâs a place to start. You heard them as to where they were when Sneddiger was killed. Theyâre not much more definite about last night; they all seem to
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