“Yes, I’ll tell you, because I can’t refuse you, but also because I know he will only verify our conclusions. You must know, Miss Vernon, we’ve had our eye on young Stannard all the time.”
“Oh, I thought you were sure the criminal must be Mrs. Stannard or myself.”
“We did think that at first—you see, we have to think what the evidence shows.”
“Well, never mind that now. Who is this man you have in mind?”
“Alan Ford. He’s not one of the story-book wizards, but he’s a big light in the detective field, and he can find out if any one can.”
“Where is he?”
Bobsy gave her the New York address of the detective, and Natalie rose to go. Then, acting on a sudden impulse, “Come with me,” she said.
“To New York?” cried the amazed Bobsy.
“Yes. It’s only a couple of hours’ run, and I don’t want to go alone.”
“Why, I’m glad to go, if I can arrange it.”