Dunlap and the Selim woman at about 2:30 and had been
ordered to return around 6:30.... Knows nothing, of course." The chief
of the Homicide Squad drew a deep breath. "Well, Bonnie, he has nothing
on me. In spite of all the palaver I don't know nothing either."
"You need some dinner, chief," Dundee suggested. "And the boys must be
getting hungry, too."
"Somebody's got to guard the house, I suppose," Strawn gloomed. "Not
that it will do any good.... And what about that maid--that Carr woman?
Shall I lock her up on general principles?"
"No. I want to have another talk with her, and if she bucks at spending
the night here, I'll take her to the Rhodes House, and turn her over to
my old friend, Mother Rhodes. We haven't anything on her, you know."
"No, nor on anybody else, except that old fool, Marshall, and we can't
clap him into jail--yet," Strawn agreed, his grey eyes twinkling.
"Take your crew on in, chief," Dundee urged. "I'll stick till midnight
or longer, if you don't mind. You can arrange to have a couple of the
boys to relieve me about twelve.... And by the way, will you telephone
me the minute you get hold of Ralph Hammond?"
"Well, maybe not so quick as all that," Strawn drawled. "I'll take the
first crack at _that_ baby, my lad!.
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