"I
can spin you exactly six more just as convincing--"
"And I shan't listen! You'd better dash home and pack your bag if you
want to catch the five o'clock train for New York."
"It's already packed and in my office," Dundee assured her lazily. "Got
lots of time.... Hullo! Here's the home edition of _The Evening Sun_,"
he interrupted himself, as a small boy, making his rounds of the
courthouse, flung the paper into the office. He reached for it, and
read the streamer headline aloud: "ITALIAN GANGSTER SOUGHT IN BRIDGE
MURDERS ... I wager a good many heads will lie easier on their pillows
tonight."
"Let me see!" Penny commanded, and snatched the paper unceremoniously.
"Oh! Did you see this?" and she pointed to a boxed story in the middle
of the front page. "'Bridge Parties Cancelled'," she read aloud. "'The
society editor of _The Evening Sun_ was kept busy at her telephone
today, receiving notices of cancellations of bridge parties scheduled
for the remainder of the week. Eight frantic hostesses, terrified by
Hamilton's second murder at bridge----' Oh, that's simply a _crime_! The
newspapers deliberately work up mob hysteria and then----"
"I'd rather not play bridge for a while myself!" Dundee laughed, as he
rose and started for his own office.
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