“Any clues?”
“Only one.”
“What is it?”
“According to her roommate, Corla had been feeling radiantly happy up until twenty-four hours before her disappearance. I have, therefore, tried to find out something about what happened in that last twenty-four hours. The only thing that I can find that’s at all unusual is that the morning prior to her disappearance she received a letter. Now, that letter was from someone named Framley in Las Vegas, Nevada.”
“How is that known?”
“The landlady distributes mail to the apartments. Her maiden name was Fran ley — with an ‘n.’ Her story is that she wouldn’t think of scrutinizing the mail received by her tenants except for the sole purpose of ascertaining which letter goes to which apartment.”
“No, of course not,” Bertha said sarcastically. “She wouldn’t think of looking over their mail.”
Whitewell smiled briefly, said, “She claims that the name, Framley, in the upper left-hand corner was so much like her own maiden name that she thought for a moment it had been written by some of her family. Then she saw that it was an ‘m’ instead of an ‘n’ in the name.”
“And she noticed it was from Las Vegas?”
“Yes.”