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“Della Nelson. A man tried to kill me.”

The Sergeant, also suitably impressed, said he wanted to hear about this. “Let's go in a private office
back here where we can talk.”

Della searched for the large young man. He was still there. Impulsively, suspiciously, she pointed, and
demanded, “Do you know that man?”

“He the one?” demanded the Sergeant.

“No. But I—well, I noticed him.”

“Willis, keep an eye on that guy,” he told the patrolman. To Della, he said, “We'll get to the bottom of
this, don't you worry.”



THEY used someone's office for the conference. Sergeant Ellis waved an arm and said, “Sit down, have
a chair. You look tired.”

Della, suddenly realizing how weak her knees seemed to be, took the chair. But she leaned forward
excitedly and said, “Officer, you should be hunting that man. He should be around somewhere. He is a
man with the strangest, and most horrible, kind of sweet-looking face, but no! No, his face would be all
bloody now. He ran into the fence.”

“Suppose you begin right at the beginning,” the Sergeant suggested. “Why did this guy try to kill you?
What did you say your name is? Nelson? Della Nelson. Why would he want to kill you, Miss Nelson?”

Why? Della tried not to look as horrified as she suddenly felt. If she answered truthfully she would have
to go back and explain about Walter, and his mysterious work for Mr. Pogany who was an expert on
whales, and about the murder of Mr. Riis. She would have to let the police know her brother, Walter,
was involved in murder and a mystery. The idea frightened her, because she didn't know how fully
Walter's trusting nature had been taken advantage of She became aware that Sergeant Ellis was staring at
her curiously.

“I—I'm trying to think,” she explained.

“Never mind the thinking,” Sergeant Ellis said. “Just tell it the way it happened.”

Della decided grimly that she didn't dare place Walter's part of the story in the hands of the police. She
was afraid the police wouldn't believe her brother had let himself get involved in a murder just because he
was a big, trustful dope.

“I had left the plane, and was walking across the terminal lobby,” she said, “when this fellow came up to
me. He was a rather tall man, soft-looking, with a face that was—well, sweet-looking.”

Sergeant Ellis listened as she continued the story. She was telling it exactly as it happened, and from time
to time the Sergeant nodded, although his expression showed neither belief nor disbelief. When he finally
interrupted, it was to speak softly.