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Duke McCaie, private detective, li in
vestigating the murder of Curt Vallain
court, who was about to marry Veronica
Bigelow, heiress to thirty million dol
lars. McCaie obtains some Important
clues by questioning Shari Lynn, Vallaln
court’s former wife, and Veronica’s rel- 1
atlves. Sybil, Veronica’s mother, ad
mits she was one of the women seen
hurrying away from the murder scene.
Karen, wife of Stephen, Veronica's
brother, relates some history about Val
lainrourt, and how she had to buy back
some letters of hers which were being
held by Shari Lynn. Stephen saw this
transaction at Shari's night club. Mc
Caie surmises that the letters must have
been old ones.
CHAPTER XIII
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"Yes. He accused me late that
night, but I’d destroyed the letters,
Mr. McCaie, and I managed to con
vince him that I had done an er
rand for Vicky.”
"Ummm. Quick thinking. There
are some letters of Victoria's
around somewhere, you know.”
"Really?” She was disinterested,
completely. “Well?”
“Those are the things I know."
He raised an eyebrow, looked at
her intensely, and his voice grew
hard. "But this is what I surmise.
Let’s say it is a hunch I have, so
great that it wants only confirma
tion from you.”
The woman before him might
have been carved of ice, but McCaie
went on.
‘‘The design or plan was to bring
Vallaincourt, the irresistible, the
magnet, to attract Veronica. He
was to marry her and get control
of the money, or at least salt away
a large portion of it for himself.
Then, perhaps, a divorce, and back
to Victoria. It probably was Vic
toria’s idea. Then everything would
be soft for the foster-Bigelows. They
could have their fun, have millions
to play with, and no interference
from a disapproving brother-in-law,
like, for instance, Christopher
Storm.”
An amused murmur came from
her set lips.
‘‘I don’t think that you necessar
ily were a party to the scheme. I
suppose you knew about it, but
were just too disgusted with your
own life to care.” He scowled. ‘‘But
the rest of them. What a rotten
deal to put over on a fine old lady
and a sensitive young girl!” His
repugnance to the idea was clearly
apparent in his face.
"However.” He sat up straight,
putting the tips of his fingers to
gether. "Something went wrong
somewhere. I rather suspect it was
Shari Lynn. Curt probably had to
promise he would come back with
the spoils in order to get her to
divorce him. He also had to make
the same promise to Victoria. What
a mess when someone, Victoria, no
doubt, found the scrap of burned
letter in the fireplace. That put the
screws in the works. No wonder,
in her rage, she took it to Miss
Adelaide, sending her searching all
over the town for an honest detec
tive.”
He was silent for a moment, star
ing moodily at the disdainful Karen.
"These things I surmise,” he re
iterated. "Now, what can you tell
me?”
"I don’t need to tell you any
thing. You are very acute.” Her
voice was smooth, flat.
"Thank you.” He bowed as
though to the Snow Maiden herself.
"Except perhaps—”
“Except,” she cut it curtly, "it
was Veronica who found the piece
of letter.” She smiled ironically.
"Lord," he reeled as from a blow,
"how you all gang up on Veronica."
She moved toward the door.
"Christopher, the Galahad, the ir
reproachable, is upstairs, if you
wish to question him." Her voice
dripped ice.
"By all means.”
/viune, irc Rjutcu uie uiusa itnuci
of the fireplace. He was in a vile
temper. He had learned a great
deal, but all roads led to Rome—or
to Veronica, to put it exactly. There
was only one solution. Shari Lynn.
She must be bribed, or coerced, or
frightened into talking. She must
talk before this shabby crowd
brought their witch's brew to boil.
When Christopher Storm bounded
in with his quick, virile stride, Mc
Cale turned hurriedly to shake the
young man’s hand. He looked into
the clean-cut face and spoke quick
ly
Another Death in
The Strange Cast
*T’m in a hell of a hurry. Storm.
You can answer just one question,
if you will.”
“Gladly.” He faced McCale with
open, candid eyes.
"How chd you happen to give The
Nest to the bride and groom?”
For a moment Storm looked rat
tled, as if the question were far
from what he had expected. Then
he explained.
“You see, McCale,” he said, “I’m
an architect. The Nest was a little
house for newlyweds. I’d built it
for a contest. It’s a modern affair,
as you know if you’ve seen the mod
el-all the latest gadgets, sun decks,
and stuff.”
“Yes, yes," McCale interjected
irritably.
“Well, Veronica and I had worked
on it together. We were practically
engaged arid we thought when we
did marry, it would be just the
place for us.” His eyes were far
away.
•Exactly,” McCale said. "I un
derstand that.”
“Then Curt came along.” His
voice was bitter.
“Then it was a gesture? A defi
nite, backhanded slap—”
•‘Not at all. I never would have
done a thing like that. I'd had it
in for Curt, all right, but after I
had a talk with him, just the day
before his—his death, he convinced
me he really was in love—that he
wanted to make Veronica happy. I
—well, in a great big sentimental
glow, I decided to deed them The
Nest. That's all.”
McCale studied him. He said
finally, “Yes. That’s just about
what I’d expect you to do."
The telephone at his elbow rang
and he made a motion for Storm
to answer it. The young man spoke
a few words, then turned to McCale.
“For you.”
"McCale here,” he said, wonder
ing who could be calling him there.
It was Ann. She sounded fright
ened, urgent.
“Is it all right for me to spill?”
she asked.
“Go ahead.”
"Duke, I'm down at the drug
store under Shari Lynn’s hotel. I
went there an hour ago and could
not raise her. I thought she was
still asleep. I came back just now.
The police are there—your friend
Donlevy, and the homicide squad.
“A little more of the same mess,
eh, my friend?” said Donlevy.
The bellhops won’t say a word, but,
Duke—Duke—does that mean—?"
“Hold everything,’’ McCale said.
Ignoring Christopher Storm, he
made a grab for his hat.
Shari Lynn lay on her back, a
weird, tragic figure in death. Her
head was half under the table, as
she had fallen, but not too far un
der to hide the staring eyes and the
look of surprise and terror on her
face. The patent artifice of her
dyed hair accentuated more than
ever her age and dissipation.
McCale’s eyes were grim as he
noted the neat round hole in her
chest, the pool of dark blood that
had spilled down her side, saturat
ing her gown, soaking the carpet.
His eyes swiveled around and
away from this horrid grotesquerie
to encounter two calm gray ones
which contemplated him from the
extreme opposite corner of the
room. Ann Marriot, trim and un
ruffled in her gray tweeds, sat
astride a small theatrical trunk. She
was holding the hand of Veronica
Bigelow, who sagged, white and
haggard looking, in a straight
backed chair. He went over to
them, feeling rather than seeing a
rising anger in Ann.
Somebody Stole
A Picture
She greeted him with a torrent
of words spoken loud enough for
everyone in the room to hear.
“This is intolerable, Duke,” she
exclaimed, biting her lip. I can’t
stand it much longer.”
"Why did you come back here,
then, after you called me?"
“Well, I saw two officers escort
Miss Bigelow—Veronica here—into
the lobby. I thought: ‘Good Lord,
what are they up to with that poor
girl now?’ So I came on up in
the same elevator.”
McCale smiled his appreciation of
her character and his gratitude.
“Good girl. But how did you
manage to invade the premises?”
“That was too easy. In fact, I
was brought in as a prize suspect.
Darned if the elevator boy didn’t
remember he had taken me up an
hour before, so, of course, being
properly awed by the majesty of
the law, he just couldn’t help whis
pering that bit of information at
the door. Whereupon I was rushed
in with a firm grip on my elbow.”
She turned to Veronica. “Are you
feeling better, Miss Bigelow? Mr
McCale is going to get us out of
here.”
•Til do what I can,” he said, and
there was a genuine concern in
him that came as a real surprise.
He heard a soft tread behind him
and turned to face the lieutenant.
“Johnny-on-the-spot as usual, I
see.” There was a shadow of a
smile on Donlevy’s lips. "Sorry I
had to detain Miss Marriot, but she
rather arranged her own entrance,
so to speak, together with one of
my over-zealous squad.”
TSurely you re through with her
now?” McCale was devastatingly
formal.
“Quite, quite. She could have
gone a half hour ago, but when I
learned she had phoned you, I
thought—that is*—Miss Bigelow was
a bit under the weather.” He dis
regarded Veronica studiously, his
manner to her hard, restrained.
So that's the way the wind blows.
McCale thought, and said to Ann,
"You run along now. Wait for me
at the office." He looked at his
watch.
Then he added pointedly to Don
levy, though he faced Ann, “I'll
see that Miss Bigelow gets home
safely, unless, of course” — he
turned steely eyes to the lieutenant
"—unless you are not willing to re
mand her in my custody.”
“Oh, quite all right,” Donlevy
said A cynical grin masked his
thoughts. He turned away, drawing
McCale with him.
Ann murmured a few cheery
words to the girl and went out.
At the window, Donlevy spoke
with an impatient gesture which
took in the whole room. “A little
more of the same mess,” he said.
“Eh, my friend?”
McCale sighed. “Looks like It.”
he said bitterly. 'The worst part
of it all is that if I'd had my wits
about me, it might have been pre
vented.”
“What?”
“I was here in this room talking
with Miss Lynn about two this
morning. I’m convinced by what
she said that she knew something.
When I came in I had the feeling
that she expected someone else.”
‘A little blackmail, what?” Don
levy’s eyes showed their intent in
terest.
“Yes.” McCale began to prowl
around the room. Everything
seemed just the same as it had been.
He stopped before the collection
of snapshots and photographs he
had noticed on the wall the night
before. He pointed to a space.
"Someone has removed a pic
ture,” he exclaimed.
Donlevy came right over. "I no
ticed that. But whose picture—that
we’ll probably never know. You
didn't by any chance—”
“No. I looked them over last
night, but didn’t recognize anyone.
What about the rest of the place?”
“Oh, the whole joint has been
searched. Bedroom torn apart.
What they were looking for is prob
ably gone.”
McCale let his voice drop to a
murmur. "Then why in God’s
name are you determined to pin it
on that girl over there?” He indi
cated Veronica. “Surely—”
Donlevy shrugged. “The motive,
my friend. The motive always
comes back to that. The motive
has piled up in the last twenty-four
hours.'
McCale sounded sullen. He knew
only too well how it had piled up.
“You satisfied?”
Donlevy wrinkled his brow.
“Come now,” he said. "You’re too
romantic, Duke. I’ve got to be con
vinced. Besides, some of our clever
est murderers are pretty young
women of good American family
and background. Then, too. my in
vestigating staff, the D.A.—they’re
all satisfied. Everyone except you.”
He smiled. He was very sure of
himself and confident.
Yes. 1 Know. i seem to
unique. You’re not arresting her?”
“We can wait for the Inquest, I
think. And you—?”
“I want the truth, of course." Mc
Cale showed his teeth in a danger
ous smile. “I’m going on with the
investigation, as you know.”
Beside McCale. Veronica Bigelow
lay back against the seat of the cab,
silent. She looked drained of all
vitality, a figure of carved gray
stone in the terror of her inner
thoughts. There was the distilled
essence of tragedy in her young
face, a face too young to be so
harrassed, so bewildered. She
seemed to have grown up overnight,
and the growing had been too sud
den, too awful.
Curt Had Planned
A Double Cross
McCale spoke to her gently. “I
want to help yea. Miss Bigelow.
Really I do. But first you’ve got
to believe in me. I must probe deep
er than the police—maybe hurt you
more—but your Aunt Adelaide ex
pects a miracle from me, and so—”
“I know.” She opened her eyes.
“A few more questions can't mat
ter now. Go ahead.”
“I’m taking it for granted that
you were nowhere near your home
yesterday afternoon at the time of
the murder. Right?”
“I wasn’t, Mr. McCale." She was
intense, earnest. “I can’t say where
I was at the exact moment, but I
didn't kill Curt. I couldn't have. I
couldn’t kill anybody, least of all
Curt.”
“Did you love him?"
Her eyes grew big as the question
startled her into a consideration of
the fact as it was.
“I—of course—I suppose I did.”
She fumbled for words. “It waa
like going round and round in a
great surge of something—some
thing exciting—whenever he was
near me, whenever I thought of
him. But it's now—now that I know
that it's over, that he's gone for
ever—dead—that I wonder if it was
love. I’m so empty,
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