“How about the information in this letter. Who do you know who could have known about Dolly being in here on Monday?”
“No one.”
“Your secretary?”
“She doesn’t know anything at all about Dolly Cornish; thinks she’s a business acquaintance.”
“What time was this Dolly person in here Monday?”
“I don’t know, around — oh, I’d say around the middle of the afternoon.” Sergeant Sellers jerked his fingers toward the telephone. “Get her in here.”
“Who?”
“Your secretary.”
Belder raised the receiver on the telephone, said, “Can you come in here a moment, please?”
A second later, when Imogene Dearborne opened the door, Sellers said, “Last Monday — a party by the name of Dolly Cornish. What time was she in?”