“It's like this,” said Larose. “I'm enquiring into a matter of Mark Aaronson's days, and as far as I am concerned, it's not going to be a police matter, whatever I may find out. It's just a little private enquiry I am making. Now you knew Mr. Aaronson, didn't you.”
“Very well, and I couldn't have wished for a better employer. Certainly, he was a Jew, but he was a thorough gentleman, and everybody liked him.”
“But he was a bit gay, wasn't he?” suggested Larose. “In his private life, I mean.”
“Oh, yes, he was fond enough of the girls,” laughed the man, “and they were all ready to fall for him, even the prettiest of them, like ripe peaches off a tree.” He shook his head. “But you must understand there was nothing nasty about Mr. Aaronson. He was the very opposite of a bad man. Although ver
