him curse, and saw that the hand that held the transmitter was shaking. He said: "We will come at once."
He set the transmitter down slowly, then turned to me with twitching face.
"Nurse Walters has it!"
I felt a distinct shock. As I have written, Walters was a perfect nurse, and besides that a thoroughly good
and attractive young person. A pure Gaelic type-blue black hair, blue eyes with astonishingly long
lashes, milk-white skin-yes, singularly attractive. After a moment or two of silence I said:
"Well, Braile, there goes all your fine-spun reasoning. Also your murder theory. From the Darnley
woman to Peters to Walters. No doubt now that we're dealing with some infectious disease."
"Isn't there?" he asked, grimly. "I'm not prepared to admit it. I happen to know Walters spends most of
her money on a little invalid niece who lives with her-a child of eight. Ricori's thread of common interest