 That's my slow time. You said you'd talk to her. She asked me if anyone had left a note for Mrs. Curran or Curran. Some name like that. Oh, Mrs. Hal Curran. That's what it was. You think she was Mrs. Curran? I know it. She said if anybody asked for her, that she'd be back. A few minutes later, she made the call. It must have been to you. She burst out crying and hung up. What did she look like? Like I wished I looked. Dark hair, five foot three or four. Beautiful figure.