10-Story Detective Magazine Cover — page 81: what you’re looking at

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> Py 1 — 7: : SS Gee THE LAUGHING WIDOW week-end and that Duke had suggest- ed bringing me along. I’d been work- ing hard lately and he thought a few days in the country would do me good.” “Yeah,” I said dryly. I thought: “Well, there’s nothing secret about their haying been married. Every- body probably knew that—except me.”’ I got up and rang for the butler. He came in tousled and somewhat sleep- swolien. I ordered him te fetch Yager. When he ushered the chauffeur in I told him to rouse the rest of the household and summon them here to a little powwow. In the meantime I asked Yager: “Your gun, what kind was it?” “A Banker’s Special.” “Where is it now?” He wet his lips and gave me a fishy look. “Holloway took it.” I said: “Maybe you don’t know, but Holloway was killed with a Bank- er’s Special.” He didn’t say anything. He stood there and watched me and he kept flex- ing his hands. “Probably your gun,” I added point- edly. He moved back one step and started fo turn when the others entered. Clay- fon Speer was fully dressed. Duke Glynn, attired in violet pajamas and 9 a Cantonese mandarin robe, was knuckling his eyes. Diane wore a silk robe, tightly wrapped around her. I greeted them with the piece of in- formation that to one of them was no news at all. “A few minutes ago an attempt was made to kill Winnie Easton.” I kept a sharp look on their faces, but was unable to detect anything but surprise and shock. They just stared at her like a museum piece. Duke Glynn stepped forward, con- cern wrinkling his forehead. “No! Winnie, who was it?” She said she didn’t know. “T think I know,” I told him. He faced me and his eyes were wide and wondering. His pale hair was brushed flat against his well-shaped skull. “Duke,” I asked, “where did you marry Diane?” “Just outside of Albany, I believe, wasn’t it, darling?” She nodded. She did not relish the term of endearment. “With or without the court’s per- mission, Duke?” That question caught him totally unprepared. He stiffened, his whole body became as rigid as a plank. His face tightened, became darkly sullen. “What do you mean, Criqui?” - “Just this.” I had him then, I was Y YY YY, Why Wh Pome hg fhe 637 se Nt ftp set + heal SP | ay . \ ‘ ~~ com 900k KE(0)