Suddenly she saw it. Sergei Vironova. His cheap blondes. Hollywood. Shelley Huffaker. What Dare had told Con. The girl had looked for a golden bed. She had found it. With Sergei it would be of solid gold with minks thrown over it. Steady employment. Sergei hadn’t been trying to insert himself into a radio circle. He was watching those definitely connected with the Huffaker girl. Dare, Con, Kathie, herself by reason of being Con’s wife. And Albert George Pembrooke?
It explained Sergei’s persistence. If he had killed Shelley, he was trying to find out what they knew. If he hadn’t killed her, he was looking for the one who had. Griselda was going on the assumption that Shelley Huffaker had been installed as Sergei’s latest blonde; she had no information. That was what she must acquire.
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