tor Dundee, attached to the district
attorney's office, who is due home this morning from fruitful detective
work in New York, is undoubtedly prepared to answer."

Dundee was still seething with futile rage when he climbed the stairs to
his apartment. On the floor just inside his living room door he found an
envelope--unstamped and bearing his name in typing.

The note inside, on paper as plain as the envelope, was typed and
unsigned.

"If Detective Dundee will consult page 410 of the latest WHO'S WHO IN
AMERICA, he will find a tip which should aid him materially in solving
the two murder cases which seem to be proving too difficult for his
inexperience."

A wry grin at his anonymous correspondent's unfriendly gibe was just
twisting his lips when a double knock sounded on the living room door,
which he had not completely closed.

"Come in, Belle!"

A morose, slack-mouthed mulatto girl in ancient felt slippers sidled
into the room.

"Howdy, Mistah Dundee," Belle greeted him listlessly. "You got back, lak
de papers said you would, didn' yuh? An' I ain't sayin' I ain't glad!
Dat parrot o' yoahs sho is Gawd's own nuisance--nippin' at mah fingahs
an' screechin' his fool head off.... 'Cose I ain't sayin' it's
_his_ fault--keepin' dat young gemman on de secon' flo' awake las'
night.... But lak I say to Mistah Wilson, when he lights into me dis
mawnin', runnin' off at de mouf 'cause I fo'got to put Cap'n's covah on
his cage las' night, I ain't de onliest one what fo'gits in dis hyar
house.... Comin' home Gawd knows when, leavin' de front do' unlocked de
res' o' de night, so's bugglers and murderers and Gawd knows who could
walk right in hyar----"

Dundee, itching to consult his own copy of "Who's Who", flung a glance
at the parrot's cage, intending to pacify the mournful mulatto by
scolding his "Watson" roundly. But he changed his mind and consoled the
chambermaid instead:

"Just tell Mr. Wilson that for once he's wrong. You did _not_ forget to
cover Cap'n's cage, Belle. Look!"

The girl's dull eyes bulged as they took in the cage, completely swathed
in a square of black silk.

"Gawd's sake, Mistah Dundee!" she ejaculated. "_I_ didn't put dat covah
on dat bird's cage! An' neithah did Mis' Bowen, 'cause she been laid up
with rheumatiz eveh since you lef, an' eveh las' endurin' thing in dis
ol' house has been lef fo' me to do!"

"Then I suppose the indignant Mr. Wilson came up and covered Cap'n
himself," Dundee s