"She said _she_ didn't open no dampers,
claimed the heater was the same as usual when she left Friday night to
go to a movie. So I reckin it was the poor lady herself, burnin' up love
letters, maybe, or some such truck--"
"You're to keep your 'reckins' to yourself, Rawlins," Sanderson cut in
emphatically. "Remember, now, you're not to tell anybody else what
you've just told me.... If that's all, you can go now, and I'm much
obliged to you. Leave your address with the young lady here. You'll be
needed later, of course."
The relieved man hurried out of the room on Penny's heels. Sanderson
shrugged, then, when the door had closed, began heavily:
"It looks like you're right, Bonnie, about that blackmail business.
As the astute Rawlins says, 'love letters, maybe, or some such
truck....' Of course it all fits in with your theory that Nita had made
up her mind to reform, marry Ralph Hammond, and be a very good girl
indeed.... All right! You can have Penny in now. I think I know pretty
well what you're going to ask her. And I may as well tell you that when
Roger Crain skipped town with some securities he was known to possess, he
hadn't got them from a safe deposit box, because he didn't have one," and
Sanderson pressed a button on the edge of his desk.
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