WE GET TO MARTIN’S office at about 1:30 p.m. Knowing that he could be called away at any moment, Helen gets right to the subject.
“Martin, have you ever met a guy named Dale Riddle?”
His eyes narrow and his voice takes on a growl as he says, “Once. Why?”
Not answering Martin’s question, Helen asks, “When?”
Martin leans back in his chair and says evenly, “The day after Mae and I announced our engagement.”
“I see. How did you meet him?”
“He showed up at the house that Sunday evening. I was getting out of the car when he stopped me and introduced himself as ‘someone with some special information about Mae Trent.’ I told him to get lost, but he said if I wouldn’t listen to him, he’d find someone that would, so I let him in the house. Aunt Louise and the girls were still at Mae’s, talking
