It was a night letter, and had been filed in Hamilton
April 24--the third day after Nita's arrival. Addressed to Dexter
Sprague, at a hotel in the theatrical district, New York City, the
message read:
"EVERYTHING JAKE SO FAR BUT WOULD FEEL SAFER YOU HERE CHAMBER OF
COMMERCE PLANNING BOOSTER MOVIE FOUNDING AND DEVELOPMENT OF
HAMILTON LOOKING GOOD DIRECTOR WHY NOT TRY FOR JOB AS GOOD EXCUSE
ALL MY LOVE--NITA"
Dundee laid the paper on his desk, locked his hands behind his head, and
addressed the parrot again. The habit of using the bird for an audience
and as an excuse for puzzling and mulling aloud had grown on him during
the year he had owned the doughty old Cap'n.
"As I was about to say, 'my dear Watson', Captain Strawn's boys out at
the Selim house will have their chance to nab our man--or woman--unless
Dexter Sprague ignores my warning, pretends to have the papers himself,
and tries to carry on the blackmail scheme, which he undoubtedly knew
all about and which, most probably, he encouraged Nita to undertake--the
'friend' she had to consult, you know, before she decided to accept Lois
Dunlap's offer."
The parrot interrupted with a hoarse cackle.
"Have you gone over to the enemy, Cap'n?" Dundee reproved the bird.
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