“I sat in my car and watched her walk down the stairs and get into her car and leave. I waited five minutes, just in case she forgot something and had to come back. A few minutes later I walked up the stairs and stopped in front of the door to her room. I keep some lock picks on my person, and I am rather skilled in their use. In no time at all I was inside Mary Wiggin’s room. I looked around. She was coming back, all right. An open suitcase full of clothes was on the bed, and I could see a makeup bag and other toilet articles in the bathroom, since the door had been left open and the light on. I went over to the table by the telephone. There, on the stationary pad, was written, “Bessemer Airport, 9:00 p.m.” Bessemer was a suburb that lay just to the southwest of Birmingham. If there was an airfield out there, I didn’t know where it was. Like everyone else, if I had occasion to fly, I used the Birmingham-Shuttlesworth International Airport. Whatever was going on, Mary Wiggins had plent...y of time to keep her date at the airport.MoreLessShow More Show Less
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