Inspector Queen Inspects When Beau stepped past the detectives on guard in 1724 he found Kerrie gone from the sitting room and the door to the bedroom shut. Inspector Queen was alone. He was seated in the armchair by the window, a sheaf of reports before him. The debris of flash-bulbs cluttered the floor. The body of Margo Cole was gone. “Where’s Kerrie?” asked Beau, alarmed. The Inspector looked at him. “Why don’t you stick around and find out?” “Where is she?” “In the bedroom in charge of the hotel doctor and a nurse. And one of my men. And a friend of hers, a Violet Day.” Beau blinked. “Vi! How did she get here?” “Your wife kept calling for her, told us where Miss Day was stopping.… No, don’t go in yet. I want to have a talk with you.” “But if Kerrie’s sick … Let me see her for a minute!” “She isn’t sick; she just fainted. She’s all right now.” Beau was silent. Then he said: “Did she talk?” “You told her not to,” said the old man dryly, “so she didn’t.
