IV
“Jud Clark, rightful heir to the millions of old Elihu Clark,” said Gregory.
“And, incidentally, the murderer of my husband,” said Beverly Carlysle.
“So they say,” said he.
“Isn’t it true?”
“You ought to know.”
“So ought you for that matter. Better than I.”
“Why talk in riddles?”
“It’s so much more mysterious.”
“Are you sure it was Jud Clark?”
“No, not at all, but who else could it be?”
“You’re going dotty. You’d better see a doctor.”
“Which doctor?” he asked.
“No, certainly not. A brain specialist.”