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unless you know- The last time Mr. Elihu was taken sick he sent for Donald-Mr. Donald. Mr. Donald had lived in Europe most of his life, you know. Dr. Pride told Mr. Elihu that he'd have to give up the management of his affairs, so he cabled his son to come home. But when Mr. Donald got here Mr. Elihu couldn't make up his mind to let go of everything. But he wanted Mr. Donald to stay here, so he gave him the newspapers-that is, made him publisher. Mr. Donald liked that. He had been interested in journalism in Paris. When he found out how terrible everything was here-in civic affairs and so on-he started that reform campaign. He didn't know-he had been away since he was a boy-he didn't know-"
    "He didn't know his father was in it as deep as anybody else," I helped her along.
    She squirmed a little over her examination of the finger prints, didn't contradict me, and went On:
    "Mr. Elihu and he had a quarrel. Mr. Elihu told him to stop stirring things up, but he wouldn't stop. Maybe he would have stopped if he had known-all there was to know. But I don't suppose it would ever have occurred to him that his father was really seriously implicated. And his father wouldn't tell him. I suppose it would be hard for a father to tell a son a thing like that. He threatened to take the papers away from Mr. Donald. I don't know whether he intended to or not. But he was taken sick again, and everything went along as it did."
    "Donald Willsson didn't confide in you?" I asked.
    "No." It was almost a whisper.
    "Then you learned all this where?"
    "I'm trying-trying to help you learn who murdered him," she said earnestly. "You've no right to-"
    "You'll help me most just now by telling me where you learned all this," I insisted.
    She stared at the desk, chewing her lower lip. I waited. Presently she said:
    "My father is Mr. Willsson's secretary."
    "Thanks."
    "But you mustn't think that we-"
    "It's nothing to me," I assured her. "What was Willsson doing in Hurricane Street last night when he had a date with me at his house?"
    She said she didn't know. I asked her if she had heard him tell me, over the phone, to come to his house at ten o'clock. She said she had.
    "What did he do after that? Try to remember every least thing that was said and done from then until you left at the end of the day."
    She leaned back in her chair, shut her eyes and wrinkled her forehead.
    "You called up-if it was you he told to come to his house-at about two o'clock. After that Mr. Donald dictated some letters, one to a paper mill, one to Senator Keefer about some changes in post office regulations, and- Oh, yes! He went out for about twenty minutes, a little before three. And before he went he wrote out a check."
    "Who for?"
    "I don't know, but I saw him writing it."
    "Where's his check book? Carry it with him?"
    "It's here." She jumped up, went around to the front of his desk, and tried the top drawer. "Locked."
    I joined her, straightened out a wire clip, and with that and a blade of my knife fiddled the drawer open.
    The girl took out a thin, flat First National Bank check book. The last used stub was marked $5,000. Nothing else. No name. No explanation.
    "He went out with this check," I said, "and was gone twenty minutes? Long enough to get to the bank and back?"
    "It wouldn't have taken him more than five minutes to get there."
    "Didn't anything else happen before he wrote out the check? Think. Any messages? Letters? Phone calls?"
    "Let's see." She shut her eyes again. "He was dictating some mail and- Oh, how stupid of me! He did have a phone call. He said: 'Yes, I can be there at ten, but I shall have to hurry away.' Then again he said: 'Very well, at ten.' That was all he said except, 'Yes, yes,' several times."
    "Talking to a man or a woman?"
    "I didn't know."
    "Think. There'd be a difference in his voice."
    She thought and said:
    "Then it was a woman."
    "Which of you-you or he-left first in the evening?"
    "I did. He- I told you my father is Mr. Elihu's secretary.