Livington residence
“I’ve not seen Clara for weeks. It’s true that she used my home to meet some of the fellows she was conversing with. But, that stopped a few weeks ago. She said she had found “the one”. Right.
“Clara always was a bit of an eccentric lady. Oh, she liked to play the kind, charitable woman, but she is a penny-pincher, through and through. Shrewd, too. She will always get what she wants. Including my husband.
Oh, I’ve forgiven her for that. Now. It was over twenty years ago. Of course, I wasn’t happy about it at the time, but it’s all water under the bridge. He’s left her, too. Almost a decade ago. Cost him a pretty penny in alimony. She certainly did better than me in that regard. She married up, since. Some banker by the name of Richard.
Bless his soul. He died a few years ago. She inherited a pretty penny from it, though.
Mister Holmes? Yes, he did stop by here, actually. Not for long, mind you. Right before the police showed up. Can you believe they considered me a suspect?
I do have this note she wrote on my typewriter - however, I think she may not have been wearing her glasses - it’s all gibberish. Sad, really. She used to be an excellent typist. Guess she must not have sat quite in the right position."
