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Frank didnt tell me where he was going to put it. If he had, I would have told him that the tape might get warm and not hold it. I found it earlier tonight. Its one of those modern things. I wasnt even sure what it was at first. I have a niece who likes to tell me her daughter knows more about this kind of thing than I do. Anyway, I was walking through the church tonight — we leave things open twenty-four hours because we have so many troubled parishioners now and I like to just walk through here in the evening hours — and I found it under the votive lights. As I said, at first I didn’t know what it was. I called Frank’s place but didn’t get any answer.’ One However, in view of the fact that I had been definitely advised we would take the case I did not discuss the matter of emolument with her at any length, but merely made an attempt to ascertain her financial background. Went to the DA. But the DA said that given Dennys history and the fact that the only person making these claims was Dennys father... Yes. Then, You should see my folks. Now came the tears. He was a good kid who loved his folks. He had no trouble empathizing with how frightening this would be for them. And embarrassing. He fought crying. The tears just shimmered on the blue eyes. Its been a while, hasnt it? he said. Six years? Okay. Then lets talk about this, but not with the gun pointed at me. Katherine put her hand over Nans. Shes always flattering me like this, Dev. Yes, hes very anxious. Hes soldhis dirt and got Roxys property leveled, so naturally he’s anxious to see that construction is speeded up and that Roxy gets the benefit of the paved road. The contractor is willing to build along the property lines so he can haul the dirt to the second fill. Dirt from Roxy’s property went into the first fill. He was talking earnestly now, apparently really trying to convince her. Dorothy Fenner had sense enough to realize that silence had so far been her best move. She merely watched him, letting him see she was listening, afraid to say anything lest he find out the cards she held were not as high as he had feared—interested now in just how far the man would go, just what sort of a proposition he was prepared to make. After all there could be no harm in listening. She could always call Perry Mason after she had heard what Alder had to say. I sat down and she went into the house and came back with a tall gin and tonic. I rolled a cigarette, lit it, took a sip of the drink, and stared out over the pond at the farm. And where will all that leave you? Mason asked. I am writing this on the yacht of George S. Alder, the Thayerbelle. Because I have information which will in all probability deprive George Alder of much of his fortune, he may do anything to seal my hps. When I walked up onto the porch the entire house shook. The recent rain had left the wood smelling of rot. Okay, that fits with other things Ive found out. She dug into her purse and came up with a piece of notepaper that had been ripped from a pocket ring binder. Youre cold, he said. Youre shivering. Again Mason climbed the stairs, waited a minute and fired two shots. This time there were two blasts from the horn below. They were short, as though Della Street had been reluctant to press the horn button. And you think the man who killed Mr. Quane was the same man who was watching your sisters house this morning? The cops..