He says he waited there until half past ten, then went on
back to town, sore'n a boiled owl."
"It doesn't look exactly as if Sprague were afraid of anyone _outside of
this house_ last night, does it?" Dundee asked. "By the way, I suppose
you've sent for everyone who was here?"
"Sure!" But again Captain Strawn looked uncomfortable. "But we haven't
been able to locate the Beale girl and Clive Hammond."
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
"I'd give a good deal to know which of those two suggested that it would
be a good idea to get married the first thing this morning," Dundee
mused aloud, as he put down the second extra which _The Hamilton Morning
News_ had had occasion to issue that Thursday.
It was two o'clock, and the district attorney's "special investigator"
sat across the desk from Captain Strawn, in his former chief's office at
Police Headquarters.
The first extra had screamed in its biggest head type: SECOND BRIDGE
DUMMY MURDER! and had carried, in detail, Captain Strawn's comforting
theory that Dexter Sprague's erstwhile friends had again been made the
victims of a New York gunman's fiendish cleverness in committing his
murders under circumstances which would inevitably involve Hamilton's
most highly respected and socially prominent citizens in the police
investigation.
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