Pulp Fiction, 1923 · page 85 of 196
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= and that of Slippy would have to be thrown ‘loudly and blindly. | cleven thirty and twelver” out. For both these witnesses must have then seen some telltale hint from one of - the suspicious doors. Could the chauffeur be lying. But why? Would he have any reason for concealing what he saw, had he ‘seen anything? ~The faces of Dorothy Caenlek and her aunt filmed across Nancy’s mind. Either might be an answer, but what about the mysterious Mile. Mignonne? What part did she play in the chauffeur’s story? If he had seen her or a mysterious man — shadowed by her door, why shouldn’t he have said so? Besides, Billings had turned to Mille. Mignonne’s door and knocked Did that mean any- thing? -“ Perhaps you will now tell me who you are,” suggested Nancy. and your obvious ‘duct to mention ‘the Cavendish family will force me to investi- gate you very carefully.. You cannot es- cape the many-eyed vigilance of the pe- lice. In time they can ferret out anything. The true identity of a woman like you is an almost impossible thing to lose. And or you are only making matters worse for yourself. aioe you tell me who you “T cannot.” “Did Dorothy Cavendish write ‘this note?” asked Nancy suddenly. Her ruse failed. Mile Miononne was too clever. Not the flicker of an express sion answered. “T have already told -you that you can- not trap me into an admission or a denial.” — “Of course you know,” reminded Nancy, “‘ that you will have to be detained as a sus- pect—that your every act will be watched?” Soberly the woman nodded. “At what time did Miss Dorothy Cav- —endish come to your office to-day?” - “She did not come.” “Did any one see the clent a was consulting you enter your room at eleven 4 Se ok aoe T donot know—1 san not say.” -€Yoy did not leave your office between = <= > the Get oi Billings, the Gauien when she opened the door. thing, Dr. Dayland, a very. queer pein in = = had clotted there, and studying the hole in ought to be.” “ Did the one consulting 9 you ES it = any moment during that time?” “No, certainly not.’ = = = “Did you at any moment from dae <= thirty to twelve open the door from your — = consulting room in to the corrider?” == ‘“ No, I did not.” = = Did your client?” a « Certainly not.” = “ Then it was net opened at all until the _ = Cavendish chauffeur knocked = ae = No.” : ——— — A little tapping came on the door, as sit = to illustrate audibly the ‘question. just set in motion. It was like some ghostly echo of the thunderous knocks which had sound-— = : ed the prelude to the mystery. Nancy — started suddenly, then checked herself. Dr, e stood on the threshold “ A word with you, Dr. Dayland.” Nancy stepped out and shut the doce = “Dr. Dayland,” he began directly, * we have made a careful examination of he” clothing and the wound. _ Te bas been more most microscopic ady of it cannot ‘tell: us for a certainty to what depth the blow was struck or from the exact angle. Another our judement— “ Upon Syaching away ie Sloot wah the epidermis it seems much larger & than it Ah,” breathed Nancy, = 70. “mean ‘ts diameter seems inexplicably large for the : hatpin te have made?” = “Exactly. Of course, the pin may have — = been sort of twisted about in the pulling | of it out, thereby enlarging the size of the wound. But I am not at all satisfied with = : this theory. We must have an autopsy; = : both to establish this point beyond doubt, and to prove whether or not Hugh Caven-— dish’s right hand could have dealt the blow. A post-mortem examination of the heart is = the only thing which c can answer these Mess : tions.” z What SEPA must you take?” Oo _comicbooks.cot