"I am very
grateful to you, Mrs. Dunlap, for your kindness."
The detective's angry resentment of Peter Dunlap's attitude lasted until
he had circled Mirror Lake and was on the road into Hamilton. Then
commonsense intervened. Dunlap was undoubtedly devoted to his wife.
Penny had said that he had "never looked at another woman." It was
rather more than natural that he should be in a futile, blustering rage
at the outcome of Lois' friendship for the little Broadway dancer....
Free of anger, his mind reverted to the story Lois Dunlap had told him.
For in it, he was sure, was hidden the key to the mystery of Nita
Selim's murder. Not at all interested in the proposition to organize a
Little Theater in Hamilton, Nita had been seized with a strange
excitement as soon as she was shown photographs of a large group of
Hamilton's richest and most prominent inhabitants.... But there was the
rub! _A large group!_ Would that group of possible suspects never narrow
down to one? Of course there was Judge Marshall, but if Lois Dunlap's
memory was to be trusted Nita had not noticed the elderly Beau Brummel's
picture until _after_ that strange, hysterical excitement had taken
possession of her. And if it had been Judge Marshall whom she had come
to Hamilton to blackmail would Nita not have guarded her tongue before
Lois? The same was true about her extraordinary interest in Flora
Miles.
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