“Then tell me this: Who telephoned me yesterday afternoon that maybe a little after noon to-day your girl and that feller—would come from hidin’?”
“What’s that? You got a message like that?”
“I sure did. Over long distance from Squawtooth.”
“Didn’t ye get the name?”
“O’ course. Brown. Who’s Brown?”
“Dunno ’im.”
“Sounds phony to me. Who’d phone from here except you folks?”
“Most anybody in this country. Squawtooth’s headquarters for this neck o’ the woods.”
“Would your housekeeper know?”
“Likely; we’ll see.”