"
"And," Dundee reflected silently, "upon a point much more important to
Nita Selim." Aloud he said: "I don't see _you_ among the cast."
"Oh, I haven't a grain of talent," Lois Dunlap laughed. "I can't act for
two cents--can I, Peter darling?... Here's the redoubtable 'Robin of
Bagshot' in person, Mr. Dundee--my husband!"
The detective rose to shake hands with the man he had been too absorbed
to see or hear approaching.
"You're the man from the district attorney's office?" Peter Dunlap
scowled, his hand barely touching Dundee's. "I suppose you're trying to
get at the bottom of the mystery of why my wife brought that Selim
woman--"
"Don't call her 'that Selim woman', Peter!" Lois Dunlap interrupted with
more sharpness than Dundee had ever seen her display. "You never liked
the poor girl, were never just to her--"
"Well, it looks as if my hunch was correct, doesn't it?" the stocky,
rugged-faced man retorted. "I told you at the beginning to pay her off
and send her back to New York--"
"You knew I couldn't do that, even to please you, dear," Lois said. "But
please don't let's quarrel about poor Nita again. She's dead now, and I
want to do anything I can to help bring her murderer to justice."
"There's nothing you can do, Lois, and I hope Mr.
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