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night–which will throw a different light on things. Tommy, why shouldn’t it be suicide, after all?’
    ‘Remember what she said to you.’
    ‘I know–but take that a different way. It was Bingo’s doing–his conduct that drove her to kill herself. It’s just possible.’
    ‘Just. But it doesn’t explain that fragment of newspaper.’
    ‘Let’s have a look at Marriot’s photographs. I forgot to ask him what Hale’s account of the matter was.’
    ‘I asked him that in the hall just now. Hale declared he had never spoken to Lady Merivale at the show. Says somebody shoved a note into his hand which said, ‘Don’t try and speak to me tonight. Arthur suspects.’ He couldn’t produce the piece of paper, though, and it doesn’t sound a very likely story. Anyway, you and I know he was with her at the Ace of Spades, because we saw him.’
    Tuppence nodded and pored over the two photographs.
    One was a tiny fragment with the legend DAILY LE–and the rest torn off. The other was the front sheet of the Daily Leader with the small round tear at the top of it. There was no doubt about it. Those two fitted together perfectly.
    ‘What are all those marks down the side?’ asked Tommy.
    ‘Stitches,’ said Tuppence. ‘Where it was sewn to the others, you know.’
    ‘I thought it might be a new scheme of dots,’ said Tommy. Then he gave a slight shiver. ‘My word, Tuppence, how creepy it makes one feel. To think that you and I were discussing dots and puzzling over that advertisement–all as lighthearted as anything.’
    Tuppence did not answer. Tommy looked at her and was startled to observe that she was staring ahead of her, her mouth slightly open, and a bewildered expression on her face.
    ‘Tuppence,’ said Tommy gently, shaking her by the arm, ‘what’s the matter with you? Are you just going to have a stroke or something?’
    But Tuppence remained motionless. Presently she said in a faraway voice:
    ‘Denis Riordan.’
    ‘Eh?’ said Tommy, staring.
    ‘It’s just as you said. One simple innocent remark! Find me all this week’s Daily Leaders .’
    ‘What are you up to?’
    ‘I’m being McCarty. I’ve been worrying round, and thanks to you, I’ve got a notion at last. This is the front sheet of Tuesday’s paper. I seem to remember that Tuesday’s paper was the one with two dots in the L of LEADER. This has a dot in the D of DAILY–and one in the L too. Get me the papers and let’s make sure.’
    They compared them anxiously. Tuppence had been quite right in her remembrance.
    ‘You see? This fragment wasn’t torn from Tuesday’s paper.’
    ‘But Tuppence, we can’t be sure. It may merely be different editions.’
    ‘It may–but at any rate it’s given me an idea. It can’t be coincidence–that’s certain. There’s only one thing it can be if I’m right in my idea. Ring up Sir Arthur, Tommy. Ask him to come round here at once. Say I’ve got important news for him. Then get hold of Marriot. Scotland Yard will know his address if he’s gone home.’
    Sir Arthur Merivale, very much intrigued by the summons, arrived at the flat in about half an hour’s time. Tuppence came forward to greet him.
    ‘I must apologise for sending for you in such a peremptory fashion,’ she said. ‘But my husband and I have discovered something that we think you ought to know at once. Do sit down.’
    Sir Arthur sat down, and Tuppence went on.
    ‘You are, I know, very anxious to clear your friend.’
    Sir Arthur shook his head sadly.
    ‘I was, but even I have had to give in to the overwhelming evidence.’
    ‘What would you say if I told you that chance has placed in my hands a piece of evidence that will certainly clear him of all complicity?’
    ‘I should be overjoyed to hear it, Mrs Beresford.’
    ‘Supposing,’ continued Tuppence, ‘that I had come across a girl who was actually dancing with Captain Hale last night at twelve o’clock–the hour when he was supposed to be at the Ace of