The valet rose weakly to his feet. "A little old man with gray whiskers," he managed to gasp.
Del Mar looked at him in surprise. Instantly his active mind recalled the little old man who had fallen before us on the street.
Who—what was he?
"Come," he said quickly, beckoning his two companions who had come in with him.
Some time later, Del Mar's car stopped just below the Dodge house.
"You men go around back of the house and watch," ordered Del Mar.
As they disappeared he turned and went up the Dodge steps.
. . . . . . .
I walked back after my strange experience with the fussy little old gentleman, feeling more than ever, now that Craig was gone, that both Elaine and Aunt Josephine needed me.
As we sat talking in the library, Rusty, released from the chain on which Jennings kept him, bounded with a rush into the library.