"
Penny laughed again, white teeth and brown eyes gleaming. "I was
laughing at something else. It suddenly occurred to me, while you were
spinning your foolish theory, how _flattered_ Tracey would have been if
Flora had confessed to him Saturday night that she had killed Nita
because she was jealous!"
"Which was _not_ my theory, if you remember!" Dundee retorted. "But why
is the idea so amusing? Deep in his heart, I suppose any man would
really be a bit flattered if his wife loved him enough to be that
jealous."
"You don't know Tracey Miles as well as I do," Penny assured him, her
eyes still mirthful. "He's really a dear, in spite of being a dreadful
bore most of the time, but the truth is, Tracey hasn't an atom of sex
appeal, and he _must_ realize it.... Of course we girls have all
pampered his poor little ego by pretending to be crazy about him and
terribly envious that it was Flora who got him--"
"But Flora Hackett _did_ marry him," Dundee interrupted. "She must have
been a beautiful girl, and she was certainly rich enough to get any man
she wanted--"
"You would think so, wouldn't you?" Penny agreed, her tongue loosened by
relief. "I was only twelve years old when Flora Hackett made her debut,
but a twelve-year-old has big ears and keen eyes.
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