"Do you mind if I only half confide in you? It's a delicate matter. I'd

like to ask you a few questions and may possibly ask you to find the

answer to several others."

"Fire away. Curiosity is not my vice. I'll only call for a clean breast

if I find I can't work in the dark."

"Thanks. Do--do you remember any woman of the town named--Marie Delano?"

He swallowed hard but brought it out. "Who may have flourished here

fifteen or twenty years ago?"

Spaulding knew that Ruyler's wife had been named Delano, but he refrained

from whistling and fixed his sharp honest blue eyes on the opposite wall.

"Nope. Sounds fancy enough, but she was no Queen of the Red Light

District in S.F."

"I was convinced she could not have been known under that name. Do you

know of any woman of that sort who was married--possibly--to a man whose

first name was James--Jim--and who left abruptly, while she was still

young and handsome, just about fifteen years ago?"

"Lord, that's a poser! Do you mean to say she married and retired--landed

some simp? They do once in a while. Could tell you queer things about

certain ancestries in this old town."

"No--I don't think that was it. I have reason to think she had been

married for at least six years before she left. Can't you think of any

Marie who was married to a Jim--in--in that class of life?"

"I was pretty much of a kid fifteen years ago, but I can recall quite a

few Maries and even more Jims. But the Jims were much too wary to marry

the Maries. Try it again, partner. Let us approach from another angle.

What did your Marie look like?"

"She must have been tall--uncommonly tall--with black hair and small

features; black eyes that must have been large at that time.

I--I--believe she had a very fine figure."

"What nationality?"

"French."

The detective recrossed his legs. "French. Oh, Lord! The town was fairly

overrun with them. Made you think there was nothing in all this talk

about gay Paree. All the ladybirds seemed to have taken refuge here. You

have no idea of her last name!"

"It might have been Perrin."

"Never. Not after she got here and set up in business. More likely

Lestrange or Delacourt--"

"Was there a Delacourt?"

"Not that I remember. I don't see light anywhere. Of course it won't take

me twenty-four hours to get hold of the history and appearance of every

queen who was named Marie fifteen years ago, and your description helps a

lot. Records were burned, but some of the older men on the force are

walking archives. For the matter of that you might draw out some old

codger in your club and get as much as I can give you--"




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