“I knew. Kathie did lunch with Shelley yesterday. The Hilton maître-d’hotel told me this morning. He remembered Shelley with her pictures slattered in all the rags. Moreover, he knew Mrs. Travis very well. She and her husband stay at the Hilton frequently.”
Kew made a sound like hmmm. Con murmured, “Incredible, Dr. Watson.”
Dare continued, “Moreover, there wasn’t one line in the Long Beach papers about Shelley being here. She’d have yelled if there were. And she went over them inch by inch as if she were looking for something lost.”
“Why did Kathie lie?” Kew seemed puzzled.
Con shrugged. “Perhaps she doesn’t want to get mixed up in it. The Navy’s almost as particular as a boarding school some ways. Perhaps she’s allergic to the police. How would we know why she lied? Maybe she’s just a
