"My wife is
getting pretty anxious about the kiddies. The nurse quit on us
yesterday, and--"
"And _my_ little wife is worrying herself sick over our boy--just three
months old," Judge Marshall joined the protest. "I'm all for assisting
justice, sir, having served on the bench myself, as you doubtless know,
but--"
"I'm all right, really, Hugo," Karen Marshall faltered.
"Please be patient a little longer," Dundee urged apologetically. After
all, only one of these people could be guilty of Nita Selim's murder,
and it _was_ beastly to have to hold them like this.... _But one was
guilty!_
"You knew Mrs. Selim in New York, Sprague?" he asked, whirling suddenly
upon the man with the Broadway stamp.
"I met Nita Leigh, as I always heard her called, when I was assistant
director in the Altamont Studios, out on Long Island," Sprague answered,
his black eyes trying to meet Dundee's with an air of complete
frankness. "Wonderful little girl, and a great dancer ... Screened
damned well, too. I had hoped to give her a break some day, at something
better than doubling for stars who can't dance. But it happened that
Nita, who never forgot even a casual friend, had a chance to give me a
leg up herself--a chance to show what I can really do with a camera.
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