Frey parted his lips and the cigarette fell from his mouth. He stepped on the stub and said, "We'll have lunch and then we'll visit another party." "No double feature?" Mogin said. "No double feature. We'll visit this third party and if we strike out we'd better leave town for a few days to avoid a lot of aggravation. See what I mean?" "I see what you mean," Mogin said. "Who do we see now?" "We see Daisy Hennifer, the jewelry designer," Frey said. "We go to the Vanderbilt Hotel." * * * * * They faked a story that they were representatives of a big Manhattan lapidary. That got them up to Daisy Hennifer's suite. It was topaz yellow, ceiling, walls, rugs and furniture--all topaz yellow. Daisy had on a topaz yellow gown and she had topaz yellow hair. "You won't be able to stay long, gentlemen," she said. "I've a cocktail engagement at hof post threh--" "What's that again?" Mogin said. "Skip it," Frey said. Daisy was frowning. "What did you do last night, Miss Hennifer?" Frey said. Her topaz eyes started to glow and she said, "Just what do you mean by coming up here and--" "Don't get excited, Miss Hennifer. We're just doing our job, that's all." "But you said you were--" "No, we don't represent a lapidary. We're just up here to ask you a few questions, that's all." "You're not police--" She was wearing four rings and she was twisting them about her fingers. They were all big yellow topaz stones. "Not exactly--" Frey said. "Well then--" "Do you know Harry Duggin?" Frey said. "Why--yes. In fact, I was to see him this afternoon--" "You won't see him, Miss Hennifer," Frey said. "He was murdered this morning." "Oh--" "He was a fine sort, Miss Hennifer. You shouldn't have done it." "Done what?" "Killed him." She was twisting the topaz rings. They circled fast about her long fingers, the nails of which held topaz yellow polish. "You've been friends with Harry for a long time, Miss Hennifer," Frey said. "As far as you were concerned, it was more than friendship. You went for Harry. But he wasn't serious. And he finally gave you up altogether because he was getting big ideas concerning Tess Rillette. You hated Tess. You had known her for some time and you had paid no particular attention to her, except to laugh behind her back. You looked upon her as a girl with a lot of money and no brains and no real ability as a sculptress. When you saw her at teas and parties you just saw her, that was all. But when Harry fell for her, you had to pay attention, and you hated her. You--" "How do you know this? Who are you? What--?" "Please be quiet and listen," Mogin droned.