"Gee! I did sort of get onto it, he was mimicking a girl! Sounded kind of shrill, but I didn't pay attention. He's always up to some lark. You're welcome to go over the house, though, if you don't believe me."
"It ain't a question of believing or not," said the detective. "But we'll have to look around."
"All right!" returned Logan, still with that perfect good nature which was having its effect on the two intruders. "Would you rather do the job by your lones, or shall my man show you the way? I suppose you don't mind us going on with our supper if I spare you Sims and we help ourselves to food?"
"You can stay where you are," was the answer.
"Thanks. But when you're satisfied that a mosquito or so's the only live stock on the premises, I should like you both to crack a bottle of champagne with us."
"It wouldn't be quite in order––"
"Hang order! The police and I are pals. Now you'll
do me proud if you'll look in on your way out. Bring the girl, if you find her!" And Logan laughed at his own joke.
"Don't think I've let you in for anything!" he turned to Rolls as the door shut. "They'll find no one, for the good reason that there's no one to find. All the same, I should have been in a mess if you hadn't come right along like a brick and helped me out."
"I don't quite see yet how I have helped you," rather dryly remarked Petro.