"I want you to tell me
the name of the man Nita Selim came here to blackmail, Sprague."
"Blackmail?" Sprague echoed, his pallid cheeks going more yellow.
"You're crazy! Nita came here to take a job--"
"She came here to blackmail someone, and I am convinced that she sent
for you to act as a partner in her scheme.... No, wait! I'm _convinced_,
I tell you," Dundee assured him grimly. "But I'll make a trade with you,
in behalf of the district attorney. Tell me the name of the person she
blackmailed, and I will promise you immunity from prosecution as her
accomplice."
"Get out of my room!" and Dexter Sprague's right forefinger trembled
violently as it pointed toward the door in a melodramatic gesture.
"Very well, Sprague," Dundee said. "But let me give you a friendly
warning. _Don't try to carry on the good work._ Nita got ten thousand
dollars, but she also got a bullet through her heart. And the gun which
fired that bullet is safely back in the hands of the killer.... You're
not going to get that movie job, and I was just afraid you might be
tempted!... Good afternoon!"
CHAPTER TWENTY
It was Wednesday evening, four whole days since Nita Leigh Selim,
Broadway dancer, had been murdered while she was dummy at bridge.
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