... You _will_ marry me, won't
you, Penny honey?... I knew this morning I had never really loved anyone
else--"
Penelope Crain remained rigid for a moment, then very slowly she laid
both her hands on his head, for he had knelt and buried his face against
her skirt. But as she spoke, her brown eyes, enormous in her white face,
were upon Dundee, who had stepped silently from behind the portieres.
"Yes. I'll marry you, Ralph!... You may come in now, Mr. Dundee!"
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
It was nearly nine o'clock Monday morning, and Special Investigator
Dundee sat alone in the district attorney's office, impatiently awaiting
Sanderson's arrival. Coroner Price, with the approval of Captain Strawn
of the Homicide Squad, had set the inquest into the murder of Juanita
Leigh Selim for ten o'clock, and there was much that Dundee wished to
say to the district attorney before that hour arrived.
When the thoroughly tired and dispirited young detective had returned to
his apartment late Sunday afternoon, after having seen Ralph Hammond
completely exonerated of any possible complicity in the murder of Nita
Selim, he had found a telegram from the district attorney, filed in
Chicago:
"CALLED CHICAGO SERIOUS ILLNESS OF MOTHER STOP RETURNING HAMILTON
EIGHT TEN MONDAY MORNING STOP SEE BY PAPERS YOU ARE ON SELIM JOB
STOP GOOD BUT WATCH YOUR STEP--SANDERSON"
Well--and Dundee grinned ruefully--he had been on the job all right, but
would Sanderson consider that he had "watched his step"? At any rate, he
had been thorough, he congratulated himself, as he weighed the big
manilla envelope containing his own transcription of the copious
shorthand notes he had taken during the first hours of the
investigation.
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