CHAPTER SEVENTEENBlack Valentine
Nordhall looked astonished at this introduction of new material. “She was if you say so.”
“Surely you remember that she used to design gift cards for her friends?”
“It slipped my mind.”
“She used to work at it down at her art teacher’s studio—woman who taught her from the time she was in school.”
“I’m beginning to remember something about it. The teacher was up in Vermont or somewhere with a class, and Missing Persons and the newspapers got in touch with her, trying to find out if Alice Dunbar had gone there or written.”
“Some of the papers made a feature of the gift-card business, it helped with the background of the case. I had an idea that a lot of that work—designs and so on—might still be in the studio. Miss Bransome was the name, wasn’t it?”
No
