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Well, what do you want to do with this case? Judge Hoyt asked. He walked rapidly to the door, paused in the doorway, and said,Remember, Ill be there at the island-waiting. The dog will be shut up and the servants absent. Just walk across the bridge and then around tjie walk to my study door. You know the way. But the staff seemed cheerful, busy, and confident that they were doing important work. Perhaps they were. I had to wait only a few minutes before I was shown into the Senators office by the young woman with the divinity-fudge voice. I think I must have expected something blond and flighty, but she was a tall, slim, cool-looking brunette about thirty, with smart, even wise brown eyes and a wry smile that let you know that she knew how her voice sounded, but there wasnothing she could do about it and, what the hell, sometimes it was useful. That newspaper clipping. That contains an account of Alder having filed a complaint alleging that Dorothy Fenner broke into his place, stole fifty thousand dollars worth of jewels, that she jumped in the water when she was pursued by the dog, and that a male accomplice was waiting for her in a canoe. Good. Hancock glanced at the old wound and said,Damn, looks like it hurt. 58 You mean murder? Dorothy Fenner asked calmly. Im hanging up now, Stone said. Quite by accident I had found that I had a remarkable talent for writing greeting card verse that contained just the right touch of simpering banality. The L.A. firm paid me two dollars a line and occasionally dropped me warm little notes that compared my efforts favorably with those of Rod McKuen. I did a lot of composing while milking the goats. Birthdays were my specialty. I appreciate that. Goodbye. Not the torn claw, but you could see that it had been torn because there were three distinct, although faint streaks of blood on the inside of the door where his paw had scratched along the wood, and a couple of bloody smudges on the closet floor. If you ask me, it was a crime to leave a dog in a room with a paneled door like that. A smooth piece of wood could have been fastened to the inside of the door and then the dog wouldnt have torn his nails on the panels. He has a trailer? I wonder what the B stands for? Where? So when Mix disappeared the Council was in the early stages of negotiating a new contract with the city. A week after Mix disappeared the International sent out about a half-dozen guys from its headquarters here in Washington to help with the negotiations. Scramble, he said. She walked into the station, then turned toward the cab stand out at the back. I knew she was going to— Nothing, I said...