"I think that was all, besides Judge Marshall. The others hadn't
come out from dancing.... Of course I don't know whether or not it was
some 'arrangement' in the house--"
"Where are you going, boy?" Sanderson checked Dundee, who was already on
his way to the door.
"To find that gun, of course!"
"Well, if it's tucked away in the 'simplest and most ingenious
arrangement you ever saw' it will stay put for a while," Sanderson said.
"Lydia's due here within half an hour, and you don't want to miss her,
do you?"
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
It was exactly twelve o'clock when Lydia Carr, accompanied by Detective
Collins of the Homicide Squad carrying a small suitcase, arrived at the
district attorney's office.
"I kept my eye on her every minute of the time, to see that there wasn't
no shenanigans," Collins informed Dundee and Sanderson importantly,
callous to the fact that the maid could hear him. "But I let her bring
along everything she said she needed to lay the body out in.... Was that
right?"
"Right!" agreed the district attorney, as Dundee opened the suitcase
upon Sanderson's desk.
The royal blue velvet dress lay on top, neatly folded. Dundee shook out
its folds. It looked remarkably fresh and new, in spite of the years it
had hung in Nita Selim's various clothes closets, preserved because of
God alone knew what tender memories.
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