"He says Louise Armstrong wants to come here, now
that she is recovering."
"And what did you say?"
"I said we were very sorry we could not leave, but we would be
delighted to have Louise come up here with us. He looked daggers
at me. And he wanted to know if we would recommend Eliza as a
cook. He has brought a patient, a man, out from town, and is
increasing his establishment--that's the way he put it."
"I wish him joy of Eliza," I said tartly. "Did he ask for
Halsey?"
"Yes. I told him that we were on the track last night, and that
it was only a question of time. He said he was glad, although he
didn't appear to be, but he said not to be too sanguine."
"Do you know what I believe?" I asked. "I believe, as firmly as
I believe anything, that Doctor Walker knows something about
Halsey, and that he could put his finger on him, if he wanted
to."
There were several things that day that bewildered me. About
three o'clock Mr. Jamieson telephoned from the Casanova station
and Warner went down to meet him. I got up and dressed hastily,
and the detective was shown up to my sitting-room.
"No news?" I asked, as he entered. He tried to look encouraging,
without success. I noticed that he looked tired and dusty, and,
although he was ordinarily impeccable in his appearance, it was
clear that he was at least two days from a razor.
"It won't be long now, Miss Innes," he said. "I have come out
here on a peculiar errand, which I will tell you about later.
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