hacienda, â I reminded him. âIt could have been the unknown Senor Rodriguez.â
Burke was refilling his pipe, an expression of intense concentration on his face.
âIâm going to build up a hypothetical case and I want you to tear it to pieces if you can. Itâs evident that Dwightâs daughter is more or less in her fatherâs confidence. Suppose she was aware that Rufus Hardiman isnât simply vacationing here ⦠that her father has brought pressure to bear in the right places in Washington and has persuaded the State Department to abandon their hands-off policy in regard to oil payments ⦠that Hardiman is here in his official capacity to present a note demanding payment for expropriated property to an accredited representative of the Mexican Government ⦠one Senor Rodriguez, shall we say? Secrecy is necessary because the demand for payment is being made only on Dwightâs behalf ⦠leaving the rest of the owners of seized property to hold the bag ⦠so they arrange to meet secretly at the Hacienda del Torro .â¦â
âAided and abetted by Michaela OâToole?â I scoffed. âSheâs on the other side of the fence, Jerry. She would be doing her best to prevent such a meeting.â
âExactly.â Burkeâs eyes were shining. âThrough some hold on Rodriguez she plans to be present and stop it if she can. Needing help and knowing Leslie Young by reputation to hold views similar to hers, mightnât she invite him to join the conference? It would explain her rather strangely-phrased note. Young, not knowing what itâs all about, might mention the note to Desta Dwight who would immediately realize the importance of keeping him away from the hacienda . She tries a telephone message ⦠then an automatic. Remember, there is well over a hundred million dollars involved. Enough motive for a million murders.â
I was hanging on the ropes by that time, too confused by Burkeâs relentless logic to offer a single objection. Also, I suppose I was ready to grab at any straw that pointed away from Laura Yates. I said:
âYou make it sound swell. All we need is to prove a few of those hunches.â
âWeâll start right now,â he said as Raymond Dwight came back into the drawing room followed by a servant with a tray of glasses, whiskey, and a siphon.
When the man had set the tray down and withdrawn, Dwight mixed whiskey and soda in three glasses and gave us each one.
âI sent Mrs. Young home in my car to pack a bag and return,â he said casually. âIt is naturally a strain on her to stay alone in that house with its unpleasant memories, so Iâve invited her to remain here as my house-guest for as long as she wishes.â
Personally, I thought they had their nerve ⦠with Myraâs husband not buried yet, but I guess a few million dollars make a man contemptuous of the conventions. Burke nodded as though it was a perfectly natural development, and said:
âThere are several points you can clear up for me, Mr. Dwight.â
The financier settled himself with his glass. âIâm happy to cooperate, Burke. Though I donât see what possible help I can give you.â
âDid you know Leslie Young had been invited to be present at the Hacienda del Torro last night?â
Dwight showed surprise at the question. âIndeed?â He glanced coldly at me. âI suppose that explains your attempt to impersonate him.â
âA point which may have a direct bearing on his murder is that he was warned by telephone at noon yesterday by an anonymous person not to keep the appointment. I want to know who might have been interested in keeping him away.â
Raymond Dwightâs face remained impassive as he realized the turn Burkeâs questioning was taking.
âIâm sure I canât help you there,â he said stiffly. Then: âWho invited him to the
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