“Angela and her intern seem happy enough with each other. McSouthers, you seem to know what’s going on in this building: Is Angela Wexler involved with Theo in any way?” Now the judge remembered her mother had written her about the tragedy. “It was common gossip at the time, that Westing’s daughter killed herself rather than have to marry that crooked politician.” “Angela looks like Westing’s daughter, and Theo looks like his father, the man Violet Westing really wanted to marry.” “What does it all mean, Judge?” Sandy asked, squinting at the pictures through his smeared glasses. And that was George Theodorakis, all right, dancing with her in the society page clippings. Violet Westing did look like Angela Wexler. But Flora Baumbach was right about the resemblance. The senator turned out to be a state senator, a hack politician, now serving a five-year jail term for bribery. The judge studied the photograph under the headline:VIOLET WESTING TO MARRY SENATOR Judge Ford did not remember a mole she remembered copper-colored hair and thin lips, but it was so long ago, and well-Mrs. “Mostly I recall those full lips because she had a mole right here.” He pointed to the right corner of his mouth. Westing as blonde, full-lipped, a good figure though on the skinny side. “Well, not exactly, but I saw her once or twice.” The doorman described Mrs. She says it’s bad luck for a groom to see the bride in the wedding gown before the wedding I guess she’s right. She says Violet’s fiancé brought her to the shop for fittings. She seemed to lean unsteadily against the stocky frame of her husband as they left the cemetery. In the final photograph a black veil covered her face. A nervous woman, her hands, especially in the later pictures, were blurred. A slim woman dressed in the fashion of the time: long, loose chemise, narrow shoes with sharply pointed toes and high spiked heels. A shadowy figure, a shy woman, she seemed to slip behind her husband before the camera clicked, or had her face masked by a floppy hat brim. In the few newspaper photographs in which she appeared, always with her husband, the captions read: Mr. Judge Ford opened the thin folder on Mrs. The private detective the judge had hired was still investigating the heirs, so tonight’s project would be the Westing family. Theo left them to their sandwiches and their work. They had no questions to ask him, but he had one for the doorman. To their disappointment Theo delivered up. One night they would order up, the next night they would order down. Hoping to interrogate both George Theodorakis and James Shin Hoo, they alternated their dinner orders. The judge returned to Sunset Towers with clippings from the newspaper’s files.

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