Mary Roberts Rinehart

“ He's no fool. Do you suppose he thinks any one in this house is going to play bridge to-night at nine o'clock, by appointment! I suppose you have shown it in the kitchen, and instead of my being able to slip down to the bridge to-night quietly, and see who is there, the whole household will be going in a procession."
"Nobody knows it," Liddy said humbly. "I found it in the basket in Miss Gertrude's dressing-room. Look at the back of the sheet." I turned over some of the scraps, and, sure enough, it was a blank deposit slip from the Traders' Bank. ”

“ I decided to make certain, however, by going to the bridge that night.
After luncheon Mr. Jamieson suggested that I go with him to Richfield, and I consented.
"I am inclined to place more faith in Doctor Stewart's story," he said, "since I found that scrap in old Thomas' pocket. It bears out the statement that the woman with the child, and the woman who quarreled with Armstrong, are the same. It looks as if Thomas had stumbled on to some affair which was more or less discreditable to the dead man, and, with a certain loyalty to the family, had kept it to himself. ”

“ "And there are no pockets in shrouds!" ”

“ Liddy was aggrieved. She was about to reply when I scooped up the pieces and left the conservatory.
"Now then," I said, when we got outside, "will you tell me why you choose to take Alex into your confidence? ”

“ What's your mother's name?" And he pointed to me! I am going to stop wearing black: it doubles a woman's age.
"And where did you live before you came here?" The detective was polite enough not to smile.
"Grossmutter," he said. And I saw Mr. Jamieson's eyebrows go up.
"German," he commented. "Well, young man, you don't seem to know much about yourself."
"I've tried it all week," Mrs. Tate broke in. "The boy knows a word or two of German, but he doesn't know where he lived, or anything about himself."
Mr. Jamieson wrote something on a card and gave it to her. ”

“ Then, you see, your story about the woman at the card-room window begins to mean something. It is the nearest approach to anything tangible that we have had yet."
Warner took us to Richfield in the car. It was about twenty-five miles by railroad, but by taking a series of atrociously rough short cuts we got there very quickly. It was a pretty little town, on the river, and back on the hill I could see the Mortons' big country house, where Halsey and Gertrude had been staying until the night of the murder. ”