Miles?"
"I was, except Sprague, of course, and I had no idea he'd gone there.
Drake wanted to play anagrams, and before the bridge game started, I
went to the trophy room to get the box," Miles explained. "I turned off
the light when I left, and there was no light burning in there this
morning when Celia, the parlor maid, went there to put the anagram box
back in the cabinet, and found the body.... Flora--Mrs. Miles--had
brought the anagrams in from the porch and left them on a table in the
living room, as our guests were getting ready to leave. There was
nothing else to bring in, in case of rain. The bridge tables are of
iron, covered with oilcloth, and fitted with oilcloth bags for the
cards, score pads, and pencils--"
"Yes, I know," Dundee interrupted. "Miss Crain has already told me all
about that, and a good many details of the party itself.... By the way,
where is Mrs. Miles now?"
"In bed. The doctor is with her. She is prostrated from the shock."
"Where is this room you call the trophy room?" Dundee asked. "No, don't
bother to come with me. Just point it out. It's on this floor, I
understand."
Miles pointed past the great circular staircase that wound upward from
the main hall. "You can't see the door from here, but it's behind the
staircase.
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