picked up an envelope which had been slit open. He read the letter inside and then photographed it and the envelope it came in before folding it back up and replacing it in the envelope. He shut the drawer carefully and listened again for anything that would indicate he was about to be caught. He heard more faint laughter from the TV room, so he decided to see what else he could find. He opened a side drawer which held files in manila folders. One by one he picked out files and read their titles, then thumbed through each one. Whenever he found something interesting, he took a picture of it. He listened intently to see if someone was approaching, but no one did. He turned around andhad to figure everything out because you figure the police can't do their job without your help?"

"They have no leads and no clues. My ex, a woman named Polly Duncan, was also murdered around the same time your husband was, and one of my employees was murdered some time after that. The police work hard but haven't solved these killings yet. I felt impelled to step in and figure out what was going on. I own the museum now, and a large amount of contraband was removed from the basement there after my employee who functioned as the director was killed. Facts are beginning to form an association as I collect them, and I simply have to confirm who did the killings. I have to."

"So, you think the