"
"You're crazy!" Penny told him fiercely, when he had finished. "I
suppose you are going to ask me to believe that Tracey was a big enough
fool to leave the gun and silencer where Flora could get hold of it and
kill Sprague last night."
"Why not let us suppose that Tracey himself killed Sprague to protect
his wife, not only from scandal, but from a charge of murder?" Dundee
countered. "Tell me honestly: do you think Tracey Miles loves Flora
enough to do that for her?"
Suddenly, inexplicably, Penny began to laugh--not hysterically, but with
genuine mirth.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
"What are you laughing at?" Dundee demanded indignantly, but the
sustained ringing of the telephone bell checked Penny Crain's mirthful
laughter. "My Chicago call!... Hello!... Yes, this is Dundee.... All
right, but make it snappy, won't you?... Hello, Mr. Sanderson! How is
your mother?... That's fine! I certainly hope--Yes, the inquest is
slated for tomorrow morning, but there's no use your leaving your mother
to come back for it.... Yes, sir, one important new development. Can you
hear me plainly?... Then hold the line a moment, please!"
With the receiver still at his ear, Dundee fumbled in his pocket for a
folded sheet of paper. "No, operator! We're not through! Please keep off
the line.
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