“Well, Mr. Lindsay, I’m glad you’re so frank in this matter. Do you know anything further of interest regarding Kane Landon?”
“I’m not sure. What does this housekeeper look like?”
“Rather stunning. Handsome, in a dark, foreign way. Big, black eyes, and—”
“Look like an adventuress?”
“Yes, I must admit that term describes her.”
“Black, glossy hair, ’most covering her ears, and mighty well groomed?”
“Exactly.”
“Then Kane Landon met that woman by appointment Tuesday afternoon,—the day of his uncle’s murder.”
“Where?”
“In the Public Library. They didn’t see me, but I was attracted at the sight of this beautiful woman on one of the marble benches in one of the halls, evidently waiting for somebody. Then Landon came and he greeted her eagerly. She gave him a small packet, wrapped in paper, and they talked so earnestly they didn’t see me at all. I was only there for a short time, to look up a matter of reference for some people I was visiting. We had motored in from Long Island,—Landon was then in my rooms, you know.”