Chapter 17 AMES TAKES A HAND

"I've just read a detective story, where a sweet young girl was the criminal, after all," Maud said, contributing an argument to our conversation.

It was Sunday, the day after the Tracy funeral.

As we sat on the porch, after the midday dinner, Ames came along and joined our group.

"Well, Mr. Moore," he said, "unless you consider yourself e