ing to these two, it was a well-known gangster named Eddie Maleppo."
"Then Eduardo is your man."[1]
Markham did not reply, and Vance rose lazily and reached for his ulster.
"By the by," he said, slipping into his coat, "I note that our upliftin' press bedecked its front pages this morning with head-lines about a pogrom at the old Greene mansion last night. Wherefore?"
Markham glanced quickly at the clock on the wall, and frowned.
"That reminds me. Chester Greene called up the first thing this morning and insisted on seeing me. I told him eleven o'clock."
"Where do you fit in?" Vance had taken his hand from the door-knob, and drew out his cigarette-case.
"I don't!" snapped Markham. "But people think the District Attorney's office is a kind of clearing-house for all their troubles. It happens, however, that I've known Chester Greene a long time—we're both members of the Marylebone Golf Club—and so I must listen to his plaint about what was obviously an attempt to annex the famous Greene plate."
"Burglary—eh, what?" Vance took a few puffs on his cigarette. "With two women shot?"
"Oh, it was a miserable business! An amateur, no doubt. Got in a panic, shot up the place, and bolted."
"Seems a dashed curious proceeding." Vance ab-
- ↑ This was subsequently proved correct. Nearly a year later Maleppo was arrested in Detroit, extradited to New York, and convicted of the murder. His two companions had already been successfully prosecuted for robbery. They are now serving long terms in Sing Sing.
