The Adventures of Ellery Queen
eyes. Mrs. Mansfield was staring straight before her, hands clasped tightly in her lap. Mrs. Owen was looking at Ellery with glazed eyes, blind and deaf. “Then,” said Ellery with another sigh, “there was the very odd nature of the packages which have been descending upon us all day like manna from heaven. I said this was a fantastic affair. Of course it must have occurred to you that some one was trying desperately to call our attention to the secret of the crime.” “Call our at—” began Gardner,
half-past twelve. They had a fight!” “Who engaged in fisticuffs with whom?” “Oh, don’t be funny. It’s this Pike feller, the stockbroker. Seems they all had something to drink during the game. They played stud, and Orr, with an ace-king-queen-jack showing, raised the roof off the play. Everybody dropped out except Pike; he had three sixes. Well, Orr gave it everything he had and when Pike threw his cards away on a big over-raise, Orr cackled, showed his hole-card—a deuce!—and raked in the pot.
tragic parting of the ways. “I saw you mess about with powder and things, but—” “Fingerprint test.” Ellery stared enigmatically down at the knife, fork, and spoon lying awry in the tray. “My kit’s a handy gadget at times. You saw me test this cutlery, Miss Curleigh. You would say that these implements had been used by Euphemia in the process of eating her last meal here?” “Why, of course,” frowned Miss Curleigh. “You can still see the dried food clinging to the knife and fork.” “Exactly. The
of two women: an old lady with pure white hair and the stubbornly sweet facial expression which more often than not conceals a chronic acerbity; and a very beautiful young woman with full breasts, red hair, and green eyes. Then Ellery noticed that two domestic heads were stuck in another doorway, gaping and giggling decorously. “The mad tea-party,” thought Ellery, grinning. “I might have known, with Emmy in the house. Too good for that merciless brat!” “They were learning to draw,” said the
arriving nowhere, Ellery sternly reproached himself for an imaginative fool and stepped out into the hall. He was not habitually a creature of nerves, nor was he psychic; he laid the blame to lowered physical resistance due to fatigue, lack of sleep. This was a nice house with nice people in it. It was like a man, he thought, saying: “Nice doggie, nice doggie,” to a particularly fearsome beast with slavering jaws. That woman with the sea-green eyes. Put to sea in a sea-green boat. Or was it