e paper and her single eye scanned the following lines
obediently:

New York, May 25 (UP)

Mrs. Juanita Leigh Selim, who was murdered Saturday afternoon
in Hamilton, ----, was known along Broadway as Nita Leigh, chorus
girl and specialty dancer. Her last known address in New York was
No. -- West 54th St., where she had a three-room apartment.
According to the superintendent, E. J. Black, Miss Leigh, as he
knew her, lived there alone except for her maid, Lydia Carr, and
entertained few visitors.

Irving Wein, publicity director for Altamont Pictures, when
interviewed by a reporter in his rooms at the Cadillac Hotel late
today, said that Nita Leigh had been used for "bits" and as a
dancing "double" for stars in a number of recent pictures,
including "Night Life" and "Boy, Howdy!", both of which have
dancing sequences. Musical comedy programs for the last year carry
her name only once, in the list of "Ladies of the Ensemble" of the
revue, "What of it?"

Miss Eloise Pendleton, head-mistress of Forsyte-on-the-Hudson,
mentioned in the dispatches from Hamilton, confirms the report that
Mrs. Selim, as she was known there, twice directed the annual
Easter musical comedy presented by that fashionable school for
young ladies, but could add nothing of interest to the facts given
above, beyond asserting that Mrs. Selim had proved to be an
unusually competent and popular director of their amateur
theatricals.

"Yes, that's correct, as far as it goes," Lydia commented, resentment
strong in her harsh voice as she returned the paper to Dundee.

"Have you anything to add?" Dundee caught her up quickly.

"No, sir!" Lydia shook her head, her lips in a grim line. Then
resentment burst through: "They don't have to talk like she was a back
number on Broadway, just because she was tired of the stage and going in
for movies!"

District Attorney Sanderson took her in hand then, pelting her with
questions about Nita's New York "gentlemen friends," but he made no more
headway than Dundee.

"We _know_ that Nita Selim was afraid of _someone_!" Sanderson began
again, angrily. "Who was it--someone she'd known in New York, or
somebody in Hamilton?"

"I don't know!" Lydia told him flatly.

"But you do know she was living in fear of her life, don't you?" Dundee
interposed.

"I--well, yes, I suppose she was," Lydia admit