The Roman hat mystery : $b A problem in deductionQueen, Ellery
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The Roman hat mystery : $b A problem in deduction
Queen, Ellery
Detective and mystery stories; Fathers and sons -- Fiction; Novelists -- Fiction; Police -- New York (State) -- New York -- Fiction
“Ah! Frances, my dear!” Ives-Pope hurried forward, followed by Barry,
who dashed for the door. Mrs. Ives-Pope’s fishy stare enveloped his
back with cold disapproval. James Peale coughed embarrassedly and made
a mumbled remark to Sampson.
Frances, attired in a filmy morning-gown, her face pale and drawn,
entered the room leaning heavily on the arm of Eve Ellis, the actress.
Her smile was somewhat forced as she murmured a greeting to the
Inspector. Eve Ellis was introduced by Peale and the two girls seated
themselves near Mrs. Ives-Pope. The old lady was sitting squarely
in her chair, glaring about her like a lioness whose cub has been
threatened. Two servants appeared silently and set chairs for the men.
At Ives-Pope’s urgent request Queen sat down at the big desk. Ellery
refused a chair, preferring to lean against a bookcase behind and to
the side of the company.
When the conversation had died away the Inspector cleared his throat
and turned toward Frances, who after a startled flutter of the eyelids
returned his glance steadily.
“First of all, Miss Frances—I hope I may call you that,” began Queen in
a fatherly tone, “allow me to explain my tactics of Monday night and
to apologize for what must have seemed to you a totally unwarranted
severity. From what Mr. Ives-Pope has told me, you can explain your
actions on the night of the murder of Monte Field. I take it,
therefore, that as far as you are concerned our little chat this
morning will effectually remove you from the investigation. Before we
have that chat, please believe me when I say that Monday night you
were to me merely one of a number of suspicious characters. I acted
in accordance with my habits in such cases. I see now how, to a woman
of your breeding and social position, a grilling by a policeman under
such tense circumstances would cause sufficient shock to bring on your
present condition.”
Frances smiled wearily. “You’re forgiven, Inspector,” she said in a
clear, low voice. “It was my fault for being so foolish. I’m ready to
answer any questions you may care to ask me.”
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