"That's all very well, but I believe in taking every precaution. Say, Mr. Chapin, has it ever struck you that Win Bannard might be in cahoots with these pin people?"
"Winston? Good heavens, no! What do you mean?"
"Well, nothing in particular, but you know I arrested Bannard because I thought he killed his aunt—and I've had no reason to change my mind."
"How——"
"Don't say 'how did he get out?' Just remember that the murderer did get out, and we must find him first, and then he'll tell us how."
"Oh, not Win Bannard!"
"Then, who? Who else had motive, opportunity, and—well, you know his finances are in a bad way?"
"No, I didn't know it."
"Well, they are. And he told some of his pals in New York on Saturday night that he'd touch his aunt for five thousand on Sunday! How's that?"
"Did he really?"