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"O.K. again!"
"Third, I'd like you personally to request the appearance of every
person connected in any way with each of the murders, in your office
this afternoon at four o'clock--so the whole bunch will be kept together
and have no chance to go to their homes or anywhere else until I am
ready for them. You can say that, owing to the illness of your mother
during the investigations, you want to question everyone personally."
"Do you want all the servants brought here, too?" Sanderson asked.
"None but Lydia Carr," Dundee answered. "After about an hour's innocuous
questioning, please invite them to accompany you to the Selim house. For
that--" and he grinned, "--is where the pot is scheduled to boil over.
I'd like everybody to be there by 5:15."
"Where do I come in?" Captain Strawn demanded, almost jealously.
"Now that you are no longer looking for a New York gunman, I suppose you
have plenty of plainclothesmen at your disposal?" Dundee asked, and was
instantly sorry he had reminded his former chief of the collapse of his
cherished and satisfying theory.
"Plenty," Strawn answered gruffly. "How many will you need?"
"Enough to keep every person on Mr. Sanderson's invitation list under
strictest observation until--the pot boils over," Dundee replied.
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