THE AROMA OF BAY RUM wafted into the open-air pavilion which served as the nightclub for Cinnamon Bay. The fragrance of tropic gardenias mixed with the expensive perfumes of the guests. Ricky LeMans and his band had already begun to play before the room was filled. Strains of “Marianne” poured forth as the hotel guests drifted in for the evening's entertainment.
Inspector Vincent was at the hotel this evening. He had decided that Aberfield, his counterpart on the force at Charlotte Amalie, would give close and continuing observation to the scene of the crime. And he, Vincent, would do no less. Also, tonight was one of the Raiders' scheduled appearances at the hotel, so he would have a good opportunity to question LeMans and his band members and also keep watch on Vernon Harbley. Meanwhile, the inspector's eyes roamed over the room.
At a table near the center of the pavilion was seated Felicia Doakes and Professor Matthew Dyke. Dyke's flippancy during his interrogation had irritated the inspector, but he could think of no reason to suspect the angular theologian. Still, tonight Dyke was with Mrs. Doakes, whose dislike of Decker had been evident to more than one guest and even to Vincent during his interview with her. It was hard for Vincent to imagine Mrs. Doakes carry-