And in the ceiling he saw a hole....
The murderer had left a trace he could not obliterate!
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At three o'clock that Sunday afternoon Bonnie Dundee, fatigued after a
strenuous day, and suffering, to his own somewhat disgusted amusement,
from reaction--even a detective feels some shock at having narrowly
escaped death--permitted himself the luxury of a call upon Penny Crain.
He found the girl and her mother playing anagrams. After greeting him,
Mrs. Crain rose, to surrender her place to the visitor.
"_You_ play with this girl of mine, Mr. Dundee. She's too clever for me!
She's beaten me every game so far, and when I plead for two-handed
bridge as a chance to get even, she shudders at the very word."
"Why did you drag poor Ralph away from his dinner here today?" Penny
demanded, scrambling the little wooden blocks until they made a weird
pattern of letters.
"Because I wanted to find out exactly _how_ Nita Selim was killed--and I
did," Dundee answered. "I wish I knew as well _who_ murdered her!"
Mute before Penny's excited questions, the detective idly selected
letters from the mass of face-up blocks on the table, and spelled out,
in a long row, the names of all the guests at Nita's fatal bridge party.
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