shrugged his shoulders.
Queen placed the paper carefully in his pocket. “ That will be all, gentlemen. Thank you. ” He dismissed the two men with a nod.
He looked appraisingly at the lawyer, whose face was suffused with a fiery color that reached from his neck to the roots of his hair. The Inspector raised his hand and let it drop with a little bang on the desk.
“ What do you think of that, Mr. Morgan? ” he asked simply.
Morgan leaped to his feet. “ It ’ s a damned frame-up! ” he shouted, shaking his fist in Queen ’ s face. “ I don ’ t know any more about it than ― than you do, if you ’ ll pardon a little impertinence! What ’ s more, if you think you can scare me by this hocus-pocus searching of gloves and hats and ― and, by God, you haven ’ t examined my underwear yet, Inspector! ” He stopped for lack of breath, his face purple.
“ But, my dear Morgan, ” said the Inspector mildly, “ why do you upset yourself so? One would think I ’ ve been accusing you of Monte Field ’ s murder. Sit down and cool off, man; I asked you a simple question. ”
Morgan collapsed in his chair. He passed a quivering hand over his forehead and muttered, “ Sorry, Inspector. Lost my temper. But of all the rotten deals ―” He subsided, mumbling to himself.
Queen sat staring quizzically at him. Morgan was making a great to-do with his handkerchief and cigar. Johnson coughed deprecatingly, looking up at the ceiling. Again a burst of sound penetrated the walls, only to be throttled in mid-air.
Queen ’ s voice cut sharply into the silence. “ That ’ s all, Morgan. You may go. ”
The lawyer lumbered to his feet, opened his mouth as if to speak, clamped his legs together and, clapping his hat on his head, walked out of the room. Johnson innocently lounged forward to help him with the door, on a signal from the Inspector. Both men disappeared.
Queen, left alone in the room, immediately fell into a fierce preoccupation. He took from his pockets the four stubs, the letter Morgan had given him and the woman ’ s rhinestone evening bag which he had found in the dead man ’ s pocket. This last article he opened for the second time that evening and spread its contents on the desk before him. A few calling cards, with the name “ Frances Ives-Pope ” neatly engraved; two dainty lace handkerchiefs; a vanity case filled with powder, rouge and lipstick; a small change purse containing twenty dollars in bills and a few coins; and a house-key. Queen fingered these articles thoughtfully for a moment, returned them to the handbag and putting bag, stubs and letter back into his pocket once more, rose and looked slowly about. He crossed the room to the clothestree, picked up the single hat, a derby, hanging there and examined its interior. The initials “ L.P. ” and the head-size “ 6%, ” seemed to interest him.
He replaced the hat and opened the door.
The four people sitting in the anteroom jumped to their feet with expressions of relief. Queen stood smiling on the threshold, his hands jammed into his pockets.
“ Here we are at last, ” he said. “ Won ’ t you all please step into the office? ”
He politely stood aside to let them pass ― the three women and the young man. They trooped in with a flurry of excitement, the women sitting down as the young man busied himself setting chairs for them. Four pairs of eyes gazed earnestly at the old man by the door. He smiled paternally, took one quick glance into the anteroom, closed the door and marched in a stately way to the desk, where he sat down, feeling for his snuffbox.
“ Well! ” he said genially. “ I must apologize for having kept you people waiting so long ― official business, you know . . . . Now, let ’ s see. Hmmm. Yes . . . . Yes, yes. I must ― All right! Now, in the first place, ladies and gentleman, how do we stand? ” He turned his mild gaze on the most beautiful of the three women. “ I believe, miss, that your name is
Queen placed the paper carefully in his pocket. “ That will be all, gentlemen. Thank you. ” He dismissed the two men with a nod.
He looked appraisingly at the lawyer, whose face was suffused with a fiery color that reached from his neck to the roots of his hair. The Inspector raised his hand and let it drop with a little bang on the desk.
“ What do you think of that, Mr. Morgan? ” he asked simply.
Morgan leaped to his feet. “ It ’ s a damned frame-up! ” he shouted, shaking his fist in Queen ’ s face. “ I don ’ t know any more about it than ― than you do, if you ’ ll pardon a little impertinence! What ’ s more, if you think you can scare me by this hocus-pocus searching of gloves and hats and ― and, by God, you haven ’ t examined my underwear yet, Inspector! ” He stopped for lack of breath, his face purple.
“ But, my dear Morgan, ” said the Inspector mildly, “ why do you upset yourself so? One would think I ’ ve been accusing you of Monte Field ’ s murder. Sit down and cool off, man; I asked you a simple question. ”
Morgan collapsed in his chair. He passed a quivering hand over his forehead and muttered, “ Sorry, Inspector. Lost my temper. But of all the rotten deals ―” He subsided, mumbling to himself.
Queen sat staring quizzically at him. Morgan was making a great to-do with his handkerchief and cigar. Johnson coughed deprecatingly, looking up at the ceiling. Again a burst of sound penetrated the walls, only to be throttled in mid-air.
Queen ’ s voice cut sharply into the silence. “ That ’ s all, Morgan. You may go. ”
The lawyer lumbered to his feet, opened his mouth as if to speak, clamped his legs together and, clapping his hat on his head, walked out of the room. Johnson innocently lounged forward to help him with the door, on a signal from the Inspector. Both men disappeared.
Queen, left alone in the room, immediately fell into a fierce preoccupation. He took from his pockets the four stubs, the letter Morgan had given him and the woman ’ s rhinestone evening bag which he had found in the dead man ’ s pocket. This last article he opened for the second time that evening and spread its contents on the desk before him. A few calling cards, with the name “ Frances Ives-Pope ” neatly engraved; two dainty lace handkerchiefs; a vanity case filled with powder, rouge and lipstick; a small change purse containing twenty dollars in bills and a few coins; and a house-key. Queen fingered these articles thoughtfully for a moment, returned them to the handbag and putting bag, stubs and letter back into his pocket once more, rose and looked slowly about. He crossed the room to the clothestree, picked up the single hat, a derby, hanging there and examined its interior. The initials “ L.P. ” and the head-size “ 6%, ” seemed to interest him.
He replaced the hat and opened the door.
The four people sitting in the anteroom jumped to their feet with expressions of relief. Queen stood smiling on the threshold, his hands jammed into his pockets.
“ Here we are at last, ” he said. “ Won ’ t you all please step into the office? ”
He politely stood aside to let them pass ― the three women and the young man. They trooped in with a flurry of excitement, the women sitting down as the young man busied himself setting chairs for them. Four pairs of eyes gazed earnestly at the old man by the door. He smiled paternally, took one quick glance into the anteroom, closed the door and marched in a stately way to the desk, where he sat down, feeling for his snuffbox.
“ Well! ” he said genially. “ I must apologize for having kept you people waiting so long ― official business, you know . . . . Now, let ’ s see. Hmmm. Yes . . . . Yes, yes. I must ― All right! Now, in the first place, ladies and gentleman, how do we stand? ” He turned his mild gaze on the most beautiful of the three women. “ I believe, miss, that your name is
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