<em>"Lady .. you're under arrest for the murder of Cal Caponne."  </em><br/><br/>Gasps rang around the circle of officers when the arresting policeman pulled a revolver from Bridgit's coat pocket.   Dottie only smirked.<br/><br/><em>"Ralph, take this revolver down to the station.  I betcha Aunt Bertha's chocolate cake that's the gun that killed Caponne"  </em><br/><br/><em>"Book her Anderson.  We got our threesome who killed Caponne."</em><br/><br/>Georgio watched from the arc way of his lounge and caught Dottie's eye.  He winked and turned and shut the door.<br/>