... I want to know everything _you_ know--as quickly and as
accurately as you can tell it. Go right on--"
"Poor Dexter!" Penny groaned, covering her convulsed face with her
hands. "To think that he was _dead_ when we were saying such horrid
things about him--"
"Don't waste sympathy on him, honey!" Dundee cut in, his voice very
gentle but urgent. "If he had heeded my warning Monday he wouldn't be
dead now."
"What do you mean?" Penny gasped, but she was already calmer. "Your
warning--?"
"I had a strong suspicion that he was mixed up with Nita in her
blackmail scheme and I took the trouble to warn him not to try to carry
on with it. Yesterday afternoon I begged Strawn to have him shadowed to
see that he kept out of mischief. I was afraid the temptation would be
too strong for him, but Strawn wouldn't listen to me--still clinging to
his theory of a New York gunman.... Feeling better now, honey? Can you
go on? I want to get out to the Miles house as soon as I can."
"You're getting very--affectionate, aren't you?" Penny gave him a wobbly
smile in which, however, there was no reproof. "I think I can go on
now--. Where was I?"
"Good girl!" Dundee applauded, but his heart was beating hard with
something more than excitement over Sprague's murder.
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