Miss Hibbard was sure he would kill her uncle, would evade discovery, and would collect a huge fortune for his pains. The thought was intolerable. So she killed her uncle herself – he was about to die in any event – and disposed of the body so that it could not be found. You might go into that with her this evening.'
I said. 'You think I won't? I'll get her alibi.'
4
There was plenty doing Saturday evening and Sunday. I saw Evelyn Hibbard and had three hours with her, and got Saul and Fred and the other boys lined up, and had a lot of fun on the telephone, and finally got hold of Higgam the bank guy late Sunday evening after he returned from a Long Island week-end. The phone calls were from members of the league who had got the telegrams. There were five or six that phoned, various kinds; some scared, some sore, and one that was apparently just curious. I had made several copies of the list, and as the phone calls came I checked them off on one and made notes. The original, Hibbard's, had a date at the top, February 16, 1931, and was typewritten. Some of the addresses had been changed later with a pen, so evidently it had been kept up-to-date.
Four of the names had no addresses at all, and of course I didn^t know which ones were dead. The list was like this, leaving out the addresses and putting in the business or profession as we got it Monday from the bank:
Andrew Hibbard, psychologist
Ferdinand Bowen, stockbroker
Loring A. Burton, doctor
Eugene Dreyer, art dealer
Alexander Drummond, florist
George R. Pratt, politician
Nicholas Cabot, lawyer
Augustus Farrell, architect
Wm. R. Harrison, judge
Fillmore Collard, textile-mill owner
Edwin Robert Byron, magazine editor
L. M. Irving, social worker j.?,
H Lewis Palmer, Federal Housing
Administration
Julius Adier, lawyer
Theodore Gaines, banker
Pitney Scott, taxi-driver
Michael Ayers, newspaperman
Arthur Kommers, sales manager
Wallace McKenna, congressman from Illinois
Sidney Lang, real estate
Roland Erskine, actor
Leopold Elkus, surgeon
F. L. Ingalls, travel bureau r
Archibald Mollison, professor
Richard M. Tuttle, boys' school
T. R. Donovan
Phillip Leonard
Allan W. Gardner
Hans Weber
For the last four there were no addresses, and I couldn't find them in the New York or suburban phone books, so I couldn't ask the bank for a report.
Offhand, I thought, reading the names and considering that they were all Harvard men, which meant starting better than scratch on the average, offhand it looked pretty juicy; but the bank reports would settle that. It
