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DIVISIONAL DETECTIVE INSPECTOR Aitkin had completed his search of the bungalow and was back in his office preparing to go to lunch when his chief came up the stairs two at a time.
“Well, what luck did you have?” he asked.
Aitkin shook his head ruefully. “The only drugs I found in that cursed bungalow consisted of this bottle of aspirin tablets— at least they’re labelled aspirin and they look like it. But I did find this.” He pushed over to Richardson an antique seal of some red stone set in gold and inscribed with a double E interlaced.
“Where did you find it?”
“It was in this little purse at the back of one of the drawers in which that burglar had been rummaging last night.”
“H’m! We’ll keep this. It may become important. E was not the dead woman’s initial, but I believe you’ll f
