The Chinese cook had been sent out sometime
before to buy groceries and wine for the later party.
"But where did you find the note-book? It may send him to the
electric chair." Monty Shirley was lighting one of the
cigarettes handed him by his host. He sniffed at it and crushed
out the embers at the end. "This cigarette would have sent me to
dreamland for a day at least--Warren understands as much
chemistry as I do."
"At first I studied the books in the library out of curiosity and
then noticed that three books were shoved in, out of alignment
with the others on the shelf. With a manservant in the house,
instead of a woman, of course things needed dusting. But where
these three books were it had been rubbed off! I took out the
books, reached behind and found the little leather volume. It
was simple. I went to his typewriter when I saw that the pages
were all typed, and took out some note-paper, from the bronze
rack."
"And then, Miss Sleuth?"
"Don't laugh at me. I had heard of the legal phrase 'corroborative
evidence,' so knowing that it would be necessary to connect that
typewriter with the book, I rattled off a few lines on the machine.
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