"So he says; but the courts insist on proof or testimony of a disinterested witness."
"But surely someone can be found who saw Win between the time he lunched at the inn, and the time he reached his rooms in New York."
"That's what we're hoping, but we haven't found that witness yet."
"Well, anyway," Iris pursued, "the people who saw him at the inn—at what time?"
"At about half-past twelve or so, I think."
"Well, their word proves that Win wasn't hidden here while we were at dinner, as some have suspected!"
"That's a good point, Miss Clyde! Now, if we can find a later witness——"
"But who did commit the murder?" asked Lucille. "You've put that Young out of the question, now, Lord knows I don't suspect Win Bannard, but who did do it?"
"And how did he get out?" added Fibsy, with the grim smile that often accompanied that unanswerable question.
"He must be found!" Iris exclaimed. "I told you at the outset, Mr. Stone, that I want to avenge Aunt Ursula's death as well as find the fortune she left."