Shayne came to his feet holding his almost empty glass up in a salute. “Good-by, and thanks for the breakfast.”
She said, “You’re very welcome,” in the same flat tone, and went out.
“These modern children,” said Margrave heavily. “I won’t see Ann again until she comes reeling home this evening.”
Shayne set his glass on the table and remained standing. “What sort of anonymous letters were they?”
“What’s that? Oh, the ones Ralph received. Nasty, scurrilous things. That was months ago and there can be no possible connection.”
“Having to do with his wife?”
“Yes. Accusations against Nora. Will you take the case, Shayne?”
“Gladly. I’ll want to see Bates and learn all I can about the Vulcan lawsuit.”
“Of course. I assure you, that is the crux of the matter. Mr. Bates is coming down today, I believe. He telephoned me early this morning as soon as he was informed of Ralph’s death. I’ll let you know as soon as he arrives. I’ll be glad to give you a retainer. Any reasonable amount. I want you to spare no expense whatever in pinning this murder where it belongs.”
Shayne said, “Mail a check for a thousand to my office. I’ll be in touch with you.” He turned away, suddenly impatient to be away from the hotel suite and from Mr. Margrave.