She practiced swaddling on a doll, pretending to pat the head of her imaginary infant boy. “No, the only person I told before tonight was my mother and father. Then she sat down—uninvited— and looked from one to the other curiously. Teenagers buzzed about her newly discovered talent for the violin in the same sentences as they gossiped about her torrid police scandal and a lost mother who remained in the deep shadows of murder mystery. “Damned Rascal!” he said. “The man is dangerous. ] THE RAGGED EDGE BY HAROLD MACGRATH AUTHOR OF DRUMS OF JEOPARDY, ETC.