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    Without pausing to examine any of the other objects individually, he ran his hands over the lining of the vest and coat, and made a rapid pass over the trouser legs. Then, as he fingered the coattail pocket, he exclaimed in a low tone, “ Well, well, Thomas ― here ’ s a pretty find! ” as he extracted a woman ’ s evening bag, small, compact and glittering with rhinestones.
    He turned it over in his hands reflectively, then snapped it open, glanced through it and took out a number of feminine accessories. In a small compartment, nestling beside a lipstick, he found a tiny cardcase. After a moment, he replaced all the contents and put the bag in his own pocket.
    The Inspector picked up the papers from the floor and swiftly glanced through them. He frowned as he came to the last one ― a letterhead.
    “ Ever hear of Monte Field, Thomas? ” he asked, looking up.
    Velie tightened his lips. “ I ’ ll say I have. One of the crookedest lawyers in town. ”
    The Inspector looked grave. “ Well, Thomas, this is Mr. Monte Field ― what ’ s left of him. ” Velie grunted.
    “ Where the average police system falls down, ” came Ellery ’ s voice over his father ’ s shoulder, “ is in its ruthless tracking down of gentlemen who dispose of such fungus as Mr. Monte Field. ”
    The Inspector straightened, dusted his knees carefully, took a pinch of snuff, and said, “ Ellery, my boy, you ’ ll never make a policeman. I didn ’ t know you knew Field. ”
    “ I wasn ’ t exactly on terms of intimacy with the gentleman, ” said Ellery. “ But I remember having met him at the Pantheon Club, and from what I heard at the time I don ’ t wonder somebody has removed him from our midst. ”
    “ Let ’ s discuss the demerits of Mr. Field at a more propitious time, ” said the Inspector gravely. “ I happen to know quite a bit about him, and none of it is pleasant. ”
    He wheeled and was about to walk away when Ellery, gazing curiously at the dead body and the seat, drawled, “ Has anything been removed, Dad ― anything at all? ”
    Inspector Queen turned his head. “ And why do you ask that bright question, young man? ”
    “ Because, ” returned Ellery, with a grimace, “ unless my eyesight fails me, the chap ’ s tophat is not under the seat, on the floor beside him, or anywhere in the general vicinity. ”
    “ So you noticed that too, did you, Ellery? ” said the Inspector grimly. “ It ’ s the first thing I saw when I bent down to examine him ― or rather the first thing I didn ’ t see. ” The Inspector seemed to lose his geniality as he spoke. His brow wrinkled and his gray mustache bristled fiercely. He shrugged his shoulders. “ And no hat check in his clothes, either . . . . Flint! ”
    A husky young man in plain clothes hurried forward.
    “ Flint, suppose you exercise those young muscles of yours by getting down on your hands and knees and hunting for a tophat. It ought to be somewhere around here. ”
    “ Right, Inspector, ” said Flint cheerfully, and he began a methodical search of the indicated area.
    “ Velie, ” said Queen, in a businesslike tone, “ suppose you find Ritter and Hesse and ― no, those two will do ― for me, will you? ” Velie walked away.
    “ Hagstrom! ” shouted the Inspector to another detective standing by.
    “ Yes, Chief. ”
    “ Get busy with this stuff ’― he pointed to the two small piles of articles he had taken from Field ’ s pockets and which lay on the floor ―” and be sure to put them safely away in my own bags. ”
    As Hagstrom knelt by the body, Ellery quietly bent over and opened the coat. He immediately jotted a memorandum on the flyleaf of the book in which he had drawn a diagram some time before. He muttered to himself, patting the volume, “ And it ’ s a Stendhause private edition, too! ”
    Velie returned with Ritter and Hesse at his heels. The Inspector said sharply, “ Ritter, go to this man ’ s apartment. His