"That's strange," he muttered to himself, picking it up.
The cap, which might have been used as a cup, was broken in the most peculiar manner, in spite of the fact that it was metal. If it had been of glass I should have said that someone had dropped it.
Kennedy frowned and dropped the pieces into his pocket, turning to wait for Allison to return with the chef.
"I can't seem to find him," reported Allison a moment later. "But he'll be here soon. He'll have to be—or lose his job. How would after dinner do? I'll have him and all the other employés, then."
"Good!" agreed Kennedy. "That will give me time to go into the town first and get back."
"I'd be glad to have you dine with me," invited Allison.
"Thank you," smiled Kennedy. "I'm afraid I won't have time for dining tonight. I'll be back after dinner, though."
Mrs. Ferris's car had returned and Craig's next step was to go on into the town of Briar Lake.
On the way he decided first to stop at the Evans house, which took us only a little bit out of our way. There he made a minute examination of the body of the young man.
Irving Evans had been a handsome fellow and the tragedy of his death had been a sad blow to his family. However, I shall not dwell on that, as it is no part of my story.