She came to the office late, and the
doctor was out. She waited around, walking the floor and working
herself into a passion. When the doctor didn't come back, she
was in an awful way. She wanted me to hunt him, and when he
didn't appear, she called him names; said he couldn't fool her.
There was murder being done, and she would see him swing for it.
"She struck me as being an ugly customer, and when she left,
about eleven o'clock, and went across to the Armstrong place, I
was not far behind her. She walked all around the house first,
looking up at the windows. Then she rang the bell, and the
minute the door was opened she was through it, and into the
hall."
"How long did she stay?"
"That's the queer part of it," Riggs said eagerly. "She didn't
come out that night at all. I went to bed at daylight, and that
was the last I heard of her until the next day, when I saw her on
a truck at the station, covered with a sheet. She'd been struck
by the express and you would hardly have known her--dead, of
course. I think she stayed all night in the Armstrong house, and
the agent said she was crossing the track to take the up-train to
town when the express struck her."
"Another circle!" I exclaimed. "Then we are just where we
started."
"Not so bad as that, Miss Innes," Riggs said eagerly. "Nina
Carrington came from the town in California where Mr. Armstrong
died. Why was the doctor so afraid of her? The Carrington woman
knew something.
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