level. The boyâone kept thinking of him as a boyâmust, Bill Weigand thought, have had words ready to say to Sally Sandford; have had a smile ready and a handshake ready. But there was nobody to receive words or smile or pressure of hand.
He had, Paul Logan said, tried one or two other hotels, without result. He had felt that, in some fashion, he was failing to perform a very simple task, and had decided it was his inadequacy, and inexperience, which were to blame. So he had hired a private detective to help. The detective, beyond more or less establishing that Sally, at least under her own name, was not at any likely hotel in the city, had not helped.
âNot likely to,â Bill told him. âEven if he was interested in more than his fee. Itâs a big town. All he could do was ask around. The policeââ
Paul Logan shook his head. His mother wouldnât have wanted that.
âNor I, for Godâs sake!â Barton Sandford said, somewhat explosively. âDidnât it ever occur to you two that Sallyâs myââ He stopped again, reddening.
âIn any event,â Bill Weigand pointed out, âthe fact you couldnât find her proves nothing, Mr. Logan. She may never have planned to stay in St. Louis, may merely have used the hotel writing room. Itâs common enough.â
It was time, Bill decided, to end this journey down a side path. He got back to it.
Paul Logan was sure, to the point of vehemence, that his mother had had no enemies; was unable to suggest anyone who would want her death, or gain by it. Most of her money came to him, he thought; some went to Sally. (That either of them might be suspected did not appear to occur to the slight, handsome youth. Which could be naïve innocence but did not have to be.) Probably some sort of provision had been made for Rose Hickey.
âThen, as he mentioned Mrs. Hickeyâs name, Paul hesitated and looked puzzled.
âIsnât she around?â he asked.
Bill told him she wasnât, told him what appeared to be the reason she wasnât.
âQuarreled?â Paul said. âMother and Mrs.ââ But then he stopped. It was, Bill Weigand thought, as if he had been incredulous and then had remembered something, or thought of something, which sharply abated incredulity.
âYou know what about?â Weigand asked. âOr can guess?â
âHow could I?â Paul Logan asked. He pointed out he had been away for fourâno, fiveâdays.
Whatever disagreement the two had might have started at any time, Weigand told him. During the past five days, to be sure; as easily, a month ago.
âI donât know anything about it,â Logan said. âYouâll have to ask Mrs. Hickey.â
âRight,â Bill said. He added they were going to, that they had sent for Mrs. Hickey.
âTheyâre coming here?â Paul asked, quickly.
âThey?â Bill repeated.
Paul Logan looked as if he had said more than he had planned.
âI suppose I was thinking of her daughter,â he said, after a moment. âLynn. Sheâd naturally come with her mother, Iâd think.â He looked at Bill Weigand intently. âYouâll be wasting your time with Mrs. Hickey,â he said. âShe wouldnât have anything to do withâwith anything like this.â He paused. âIt must have been an accident,â he said.
âCan you,â Bill asked him, âsuggest any way a capsule full of potassium cyanide could get mixed with your motherâs vitamin capsules? Or, for that matter, any innocent reason for filling a capsule with potassium cyanide?â
Logan slowly shook his head.
âRight,â Bill said. âNeither can I.â
âUnlessââ Barton Sandford said, and Bill turned to him.
âUnless someone planned to kill an animal of some sort,â he said. âA pet dog, for example. I mean, that might account for the
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