Chapter One Chapter 67 The vice-president. Warner B. Gallops. A black gentleman. Do you know him? Mason faced the sheriff and said,By using a waterglass, you saw this womans purse lying on the bottom of the bay? Some people think theyve been abducted by aliens. Judge Sedgwick frowned, started to say something, checked himself. Dude? said Valentine early that afternoon as Devine and Montgomery walked in the front door. Devine was hefting two large suitcases while Montgomery carried a smaller one. He took from his pocket the copy of the letter which Dorothy Fenner had made, and handed it to Della Street Yes. Our esteemed governor— a fine representative of the opposition party — was being investigated for accepting bribes and helping condemn land that he and his close friends wanted to buy cheap as the basis for building an ultra-exclusive village. Devine walked into the house and saw Valentine on the couch. She was smiling, her hair was set just so, grazing her shoulders. He knew she had a nice laugh, an easygoing manner. Nothing pretentious about the woman. He almost did, Mr. Mason. He sat there and talked for a minute or two, but he kept thinking that there was something in the house which accounted for my interest in the stock. I saw that he was determined to go in. He uses a rental agent named Angela Dunn; shes in the phone book. Abby said,Mind if I join you? I lost my woman. I smiled. Had a little argument and she ran off. Its different. Uh-huh. Can you meet me at Brads place later, the one outside the city?.