14. THOUGHT IS A LADY
For a moment, while the yellow glare of Chan’s flash-light rested idly on the face of the dead doctor, there was no sound save that of the storm roaring about the old house.
“Exit Doctor Swan,” said the sheriff grimly. “I wonder what this means?”
“I believe,” Chan answered, “it means that blackmailer has met with obvious finish. Was Doctor Swan enclosed safely in room last night when fatal shot was fired at Landini? It never did seem probable. Suppose he hovered about in hall, desiring one final word with his former wife. Suppose he learned who killed her. Would such a man report at once to police? Or would he, instead, see new delightful path for blackmail opening up before his dazzled eyes?”
“Sounds reasonable,” Holt agreed.
“I think it happened. Suppose he is
