I SMILED A LITTLE OVER the femininity of the letter, but as Parmalee had prophesied, Marathon Park was evidently no place to look for our criminal.
The foolish little woman who had written that letter, had no guilty secret on her conscience, of that I was sure.
I telephoned for Parmalee and showed him the letter.
"It doesn't help us in one way," he said, "for of course, Mrs. Cunningham is not implicated. But the bag is still a clue, for how did it get into Mr. Crawford's office?"
"We must find out who Mr. Cunningham is," I suggested.
"He's not the criminal, either. If he had left his wife's bag there, he never would have let her send this letter."
"Perhaps he didn't know she wrote it."
"Oh, perhaps lots of things! But I am anxious to learn what Mrs. Cunningham tells Miss Lloyd."
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