It wasn't my business to
understand it, for that matter. But I've been thinking all day
that I'd better tell you. Yesterday afternoon, while you and
Miss Gertrude were out driving, I had got the car in some sort of
shape again after the fire, and I went to the library to call Mr.
Innes to see it. I went into the living-room, where Miss Liddy
said he was, and half-way across to the library I heard him
talking to some one. He seemed to be walking up and down, and he
was in a rage, I can tell you."
"What did he say?"
"The first thing I heard was--excuse me, Miss Innes, but it's
what he said, `The damned rascal,' he said, `I'll see him in'--
well, in hell was what he said, `in hell first.' Then
somebody else spoke up; it was a woman. She said, `I warned
them, but they thought I would be afraid.'"
"A woman! Did you wait to see who it was?"
"I wasn't spying, Miss Innes," Warner said with dignity. "But
the next thing caught my attention. She said, `I knew there was
something wrong from the start. A man isn't well one day, and
dead the next, without some reason.' I thought she was speaking
of Thomas."
"And you don't know who it was!" I exclaimed. "Warner, you had
the key to this whole occurrence in your hands, and did not use
it!"
However, there was nothing to be done. I resolved to make
inquiry when I got home, and in the meantime, my present errand
absorbed me. This was nothing less than to see Louise Armstrong,
and to attempt to drag from her what she knew, or suspected, of
Halsey's disappearance.
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