"And you didn't?"
"Not last night—no."
"But this morning," said Loraine, breaking in suddenly. "Jimmy, you did find something this morning. I can see it by your face."
"Well, I don't know if it is anything. But during the course of my stroll—"
"Which stroll didn't take you far from the house, I imagine."
"Strangely enough, it didn't. Round trip in the interior, we might call it. Well, as I say, I don't know whether there's anything in it or not. But I found this."
With the celerity of a conjuror he produced a small bottle and tossed it over to the girls. It was half full of a white powder.
"What do you think it is?" asked Bundle.
"A white crystalline powder, that's what it is," said Jimmy. "And to any reader of detective fiction those words are both familiar and suggestive. Of course, if it turns out to be a new kind of patent tooth-powder, I shall be chagrined and annoyed."
"Where did you find it?" asked Bundle sharply.