would find you there. But it won’t be so
“Exactly. You made your money by simple getting away with my murder. My carefully figuring the risks beforehand.
body will be an inconvenience.”
You’d murder the same way. Shooting a
“I’ll drag it down to the cellar,” she man down in your own home with your own said stiffly. “I’ll bury it there.”
gun wasn’t in character. And Emily was out
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because she would never have framed you
“Bluff,” Sheridan told Holland.
for the murder. That left two people who
“We’re in a dry spell. Even in wet weather were in your house tonight and could have it’s doubtful if the grass outside the study got their hands on your gun—Hubert Curtis would hold prints. But she didn’t know that.
and Mrs. Bush. You were going somewhere My chance was to scare her into an act away from your house, so I considered it which would give her away.” He looked more likely that it was Mrs. Bush, though ruefully down at the gun he had taken from for all I knew, Curtis was sweet on Mrs.
her. “I scared her a little too much.”
Bush and wanted to get rid of her husband.”
Mrs. Bush used words which should Holland frowned down at the
not have been in the vocabulary of a lady.
sobbing woman. “Curtis is madly in love And Holland laughed boisterously.
with a very attractive young girl. When I
“Now I’ll go down and phone
learned that only my fingerprints were found headquarters,” Sheridan said. “And Emily.
on the gun, I was sure Bush had been shot You keep an eye on Mrs. Bush.”
by somebody standing outside the window.
As he moved to the door, Holland And Mrs. Bush had the opportunity and dropped a hand on his shoulder. “I offered motive. But how could I prove her guilty? I you a bribe a while ago, son. Take the didn’t have the benefit of the plaster cast of money now and call it a wedding gift.”
a shoeprint.”
“I don’t want your money.”
“Neither did I.” Sheridan unwrapped Holland dropped his hand. “So
the newspapers and an empty milk bottle fell you’re still wearing wings?” he said in to the floor and rolled a little way.
scorn.
Mrs. Bush lifted her head and gaped
“I like the fit of them,” Van Sheridan at the bottle.
told him as he passed out of the room.
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