“Hell, I don’t know,” Sellers said. “I’m not a mind reader.”
I said, “When Lucille Hollister went to the motor court with me, she opened her purse and took out a packet of cigarettes and some matches. She left both cigarettes and matches on the table. The matches had the imprint of the Cabanita Club.”
“So what?” Sellers asked.
“And,” I went on, “when she took out the cigarettes she had evidently forgotten that she had used the cigarette packet as concealment for a little piece of paper. It was a piece that had been torn from the menu of the Cabanita Club, and on it had been written, KOZY DELL SLUMBER COURT.”
“And that was the place where Lucille Hollister steered you?” Sellers asked.
“That’s right.”
“The place where Dover Fulton and Minerva Carlton committed suicide?”
“The place where they were murdered,” I corrected.
Sellers said, “Well, well, the party’s perking up. You mean they were murdered, with the door locked from the inside?”
“That’s right.”