Tippy’s breath hissed out. “Well, I have no idea, Miss Myrtle. I really don’t know anything about the murder. I had many different meetings to attend yesterday, so was running around town all day getting ready for garden club, altar guild, and the historical society.”
“And Benton was, too?” asked Myrtle. She tried to appear merely conversational, but Tippy was definitely looking suspicious. “Yes, Benton was, too. The campaign is in full-swing, you know.”
Suddenly, Red’s voice blared out, “ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?” Myrtle whirled around but didn’t see him anywhere. Everyone at the meeting turned to stare as the belligerent question repeated. Myrtle realized that Red’s voice seemed to be coming from her voluminous pocketbook. Tippy shot her a withering be-quiet!-look. Myrtle snatched up
