...
Dundee tried to put himself in Nita's place, confronted suddenly with a
group picture containing the likeness of a person--man or woman--against
whom she knew something so dreadful and so secret that her silence would
be worth thousands of dollars. Would _he_ have chattered of that very
person? No! Of anyone else but that particular person! It was easy to
picture Nita, her head whirling with possibilities, hitting upon the
most conspicuous player in the group--dark, tense, theatrical Flora,
already pointed out to her as one of the two female leads in the
opera.... But of whom had she really been thinking?
Again a blank wall! For in that group photograph of the cast of "The
Beggar's Opera" had appeared every man, woman and girl who had been
Nita's guest on the day of her murder....
Dundee, paying more attention to his driving, now that he was in the
business section of the city, saw ahead of him the second-rate hotel
where Dexter Sprague had been living since Nita had wired him to join
her in Hamilton. On a sudden impulse the detective parked his car in
front of the hotel and five minutes later was knocking upon Sprague's
door.
"Well, what do you want now?" the unshaven, pallid man demanded
ungraciously.
Dundee stepped into the room and closed the door.
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