Chapter Two
Encrypted Journal Entry -- Barbara Gordon
March 8th
Mrs. Babington has informed me that Bruce owned an interest in Midnight Dancer. He regards Mr. Babington's story with some … skepticism … to say the least.
I don't often get cases involving four-legged victims. This is going to be a first for me.
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"I'm a businessman," said an indignant Dan Chase as he sat behind a heavy oak desk. "I don't have time to be messin' with a man's horse." He was tall, muscular, and had swept-back red hair.
"No one is accusing you of anything," Barbara replied calmly.
"I've already been over this with the police," said Mr. Chase. "What're YOU doin' here, anyway?"
"As I explained to you on the phone, Mr. Bruce Wayne owned an interest in Midnight Dancer," said Barbara. "He's had some … questions … regarding the circumstances of his death." Barbara paused. "Where were you that night?"
"I was in BED!" exclaimed Mr. Chase, aghast. "My WIFE will tell you that!"
"Mind if I ask her?"
"What for?" shot back Mr. Chase. "You want a detailed account?" he added sarcastically.
"It's enough for me to know that you were in bed … and that you remained there for the duration of the … beating," Barbara replied. "Where was your son in all of this?"
"He was in bed too."
"You sure about this?"
"He lives here … in the house," said Mr. Chase. "Works in the stables." Mr. Chase paused. "He's there now, if you wanna talk to him."
"I will do just that," said Barbara. "I appreciate your help." Barbara paused. "I'll be in touch."