“It was a man who killed her. The ash-tray by the bed held two cigarette stubs. There was lipstick on only one of them, so the police figure the man sat on the edge of the bed and talked for a while before he killed her. They figure this man had a business matter to discuss. When it didn’t go to suit him, he killed her.”
“Anything else?” I asked.
“A picture was missing from where it had been stuck in her dresser mirror. The police think it may have been a picture of a tall, dark young man with a black moustache. The maid described the photograph as best she could.”
“Why was it taken?”
“Probably because the murderer wanted it. I’ve been trying to put forward the theory, very quietly, of course, that it was a picture of the murderer himself. That would start them looking for a tall, dark young man.”
“The D.A. knows where Marian is?”
“Oh, sure. He was keeping her under surveillance. Now he’s pretty well satisfied she’s on the up and up.”
“How often does she go to see him?”
“She’s been going once a day.”
“I want to talk with her.”