"But you—how does it happen you're here?"
Swiftly Clancy told them. Silently they listened, although she could tell, by his expression, that, time and again, Vandervent wanted to burst into speech, that only the fact that Carey lay dead in the snow outside prevented him from characterizing the actions of the man who had killed Morris Beiner.
"And Garland?" he asked finally.
Clancy shrugged.
"I don't know. He left, as I've told you."
Vandervent's jaws set tightly. Then they parted as he spoke.
"He'll explain it all. He'll be caught," he said.
"Mr.—Mr. Carey said that it was all written down. It's up-stairs," said Clancy.
Vandervent nodded.
"That simplifies it." He rose and walked uncertainly across the room. "If we could catch Garland right away and—shut his mouth——"