"Mr. Del Mar?" repeated Aunt Josephine, looking from one to the other of us, incredulous.
"I saw the ring at his own bungalow and on his own finger," reiterated
Elaine positively.
"But what are you going to do, now?" asked Aunt Josephine.
"Have him arrested, of course," Elaine replied.
Still talking over the strange experience of the night before, we went out on the veranda.
"Well, of all the nerve!" exclaimed Elaine, catching sight of a man coming up the gravel walk. "If that isn't Henry, Mr. Del Mar's valet!"
The valet advanced as though nothing had happened and, indeed, I suppose that as far as he knew nothing had happened or was known to us. He bowed and handed Elaine a note which she tore open quickly and read.
"Would you go?" she asked, handing the note over to me.
It read: