Mr. Henderson said, “H-m-m. When do you expect the girl’s father to arrive? And where can I get in touch with the uncle?”
“Her father will arrive today. Early if he flies from Jacksonville but later, of course, if he comes by train. The uncle is here on the ground, and I can arrange for you to meet him here in my office,” said Quinlan.
Shayne asked, “Who is the beneficiary?”
“That I can’t say. I haven’t a copy of the policy. But I would like an affidavit from you, Mr. Shayne.”
“I’ll be glad to give it to you,” Shayne responded.
Mr. Henderson stood up and extended his hand to Quinlan. “Thanks, Inspector. I’ll get in touch with you later when I hope to have a conference with the father and the uncle.” He crossed over to Shayne and shook hands, saying, “Your affidavit will, no doubt, be ready sometime today?”
“How much did you say the policy was taken out for?” Shayne asked.
“Fifty thousand dollars, Mr. Shayne. Quite a large amount, you see.”
“Yes, I do see,” Shayne said slowly. “I’ll fix up an affidavit and leave it with Inspector Quinlan.”
Henderson said, “Thanks,” all around again and went out like a brisk breeze.