And despite
Dundee's telegraphed warning, he had hinted sensational revelations
connected with the twelve-year-old royal blue velvet dress which Nita
had chosen to be her shroud. And in his desire to reassure the public
through the press, Sanderson had mysteriously promised even more
specific revelations than Dundee had actually brought home with him.
Prodded by reporters, Sanderson had admitted that he did not himself
know the nature of those revelations.
The exasperated young detective could picture the murderer reading those
sensational hints and promises, could imagine his panic, the need for
immediate action, so that Special Investigator Dundee should not live to
tell the tale of his New York discoveries to the district attorney or
anyone else.
But whether he was right or wrong, Dundee determined to give his hunch a
chance. He went into the over-ornate bedroom in which Nita Leigh Selim
had been murdered--shot through the back as she sat at her
dressing-table powdering her face. If her murder had been accomplished
by mechanical means, how had it been done? There was no hot-air register
here....
From the dressing-table Dundee walked to the window, upon whose
pale-green frame there was still the tiny pencil mark which Dr.
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