Some minutes later, Natalie came downstairs, in a trim out-of-door costume. Her smart little hat was veiled, and she had a motor coat over her arm.
“May I take the little electric, Joyce, and drive it myself?”
“Why, yes, of course. Where are you going?”
“First, to see Mr. Roberts. And if I’m not home for some hours, don’t be alarmed. I may go to—well, I may take a long drive. But I’ll be back to dinner.”
In a moment Joyce saw the little electric coupé whirling down the drive.
Straight to Headquarters Natalie went, and found Bobsy Roberts.
“Barry Stannard didn’t kill his father,” she said, without preamble. “You had no right to arrest him.”
“But he confessed the crime, Miss Vernon.”
“Don’t you know why he did that?” The lovely eyes fell before Bobsy’s surprised glance.
“No, why? If he is not the criminal?”