"Um. He must be even quicker at inferences than I am!"
"By the way, I told him about you and he said he wanted to see you the moment you got here."
"Well, this is a nice time to tell me!" laughed Creighton. He stood up. "I'd better take my place in line."
"I can count on you, then, to help us in the matter of locating that notebook?" asked Jason Bolt.
"Yes, sir," the detective assured him for the second time. "I can promise to take a personal as well as a professional interest in this case. I feel deeply the fact that Mr. Varr should have met death in such a fashion after he became my client."
"You did what you could to warn him."
"Now, about my headquarters; there's a hotel in the town?"
"Yes, but I've been hoping you would let us put you up." Bolt wrinkled his brows thoughtfully. "Mr. and Mrs. Krech are staying with us, but there's always room for one more."
"You're both talking nonsense," interrupted Miss Ocky. "The logical place for Mr. Creighton is right here."
"Kind of you, Miss Copley, but I hardly think I'll add to your problems. Let us agree that the hotel is the best for the time being. It is too soon yet to say where my activities will center."