“I’ve still got Lucile’s testimony.”
Denton roared with coarse laughter. “One of Madame Goiner’s girls? That’ll go over fine in court. Don’t be a fool, Shayne. You’re whipped. Get out of town and leave me alone.”
Shayne’s gray eyes held a hot glint. “You don’t know me very well, Denton, but I think we’re going to get real well acquainted. I’m still on a case.”
“Have you seen this morning’s paper?”
“No.”
“Better take a look. While you were out having yourself a hot time I was solving your case.” Denton walked away chuckling.
Lucile hurried across to Shayne. “Who is that man? How did he know my name?”
Shayne took her arm and steered her toward the door. “He’s a police captain here in the Quarter. Name’s Denton. I’ll tell you all about it after I see a paper.”
A newsboy had an armful of Times-Picayunes on the sidewalk. Shayne tossed him a coin and took one. When he opened it, a headline screamed at them:
Margo Macon Murder Solved! In smaller print, Shayne read aloud to Lucile: “‘A deathbed confession by Evalyn Jordan early this morning ended police search for the murderer of pretty Margo Macon in the French Quarter last night.’”