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"What!" Kim Winter had jumped to his high-heeled feet. "B-but that's preposterous."

"Sit down," barked Gantsby. He turned to the detective as the two femininely clad figures moved closer, alarm on their pretty painted faces, huddling together on the long chair.

"I don't want any slip-ups on this one," said Gantsby carefully. "Despite what I said, I'd rather that the innocent go free, than be put through the kind of circus that this case would entail for sure. At the same time, I don't want any murderer walking free and clear out of this camp. So, show me the evidence."

"Motive," said Hamilton calmly. "Darlene Draper wouldn't give up her job with the Conway Sisters, even though the other two wanted Jill in her place. Kim Winter said she'd fix that...'

Kim's face flushed. "But I didn't mean that...

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"Opportunity," Hamilton cut him off. "I don't really have to repeat Kim Winter's movements before the discovery of the body, and Jill stayed behind a moment to talk over the problem of Darlene." There was a sudden gesture by Jill, confirming what had only been a guess.

"Then, there's the question of intent, as well as the weapon," Hamilton was now frowning at Kim. He opened the drawer on the right side of the desk, and withdrew a large bayonet. "Found and brought to me by the wife of one of the guests here," he said, as the others stared at it, entranced. Bud looked at Gantsby. "In Jill's apart- ment here or in Tremayne, if the address is listed in the camp record is correct, I think we'll find more evidence of Jill's connection to the Draper person. The visit by the Conway Sisters was planned long ago and we'll find correspondence between them and Jill, won't we?” he asked. Jill's frightened face gave every indication that Bud would find something. "Too bad, the Ewell dame, a sex change by the way," he said to Gantsby, "was so friendly to Darlene. So, they had to kill again, but this time we have a witness who saw Jill down past the bridge, just after the time of the second killing, quite near to where this was found." He tapped the desk beside the knife. "Read them their rights, will you, Frank, and then you can take them to Tremayne for arraingment."

"No," Gantsby moved suddenly, his hand upraised. Buchanan had the small card with the rights to be read on each arrest half of out his

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