"They haven't agreed on anything except that on the eve of what
was, presumably, to have been the happiest day of their lives two
of the best known members of the younger set are found dead,
while absolutely no one, as far as is known, can be proved to
have been near them within the time necessary to murder them. No
wonder the coroner says it is simply a case of asphyxiation. No
wonder the district attorney is at his wits' end. You fellows
have hounded them with your hypotheses until they can't see the
facts straight. You suggest one solution and before-"
The door-bell sounded insistently, and without waiting for an
answer a tall, spare, loose-jointed individual stalked in and
laid a green bag on the table.
"Good evening, Professor Kennedy," he began brusquely. "I am
District Attorney Whitney, of Westchester. I see you have been
reading up on the case. Quite right."
"Quite wrong," answered Craig. "Let me introduce my friend, Mr.
Jameson, of the Star. Sit down. Jameson knows what I think of the
way the newspapers have handled this case. I was about to tell
him as you came in that I intended to disregard everything that
had been printed, to start out with you as if it were a fresh
subject and get the facts at first hand. Let's get right down to
business.
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