But Maurice Trask didn’t stay there to make his guess.
He went back home as fast as he could and told Fleming Stone the news.
“Run away, has she?” said Stone. “I rather looked for that.”
“You did! And took no steps to prevent it! You’re a nice detective, you are. Well, if you’re so smart, where’d she go?”
“Where’s Lockwood?” was Stone’s laconic response.
“Lockwood!” exclaimed Trask. “Wherever he is, he hasn’t run off with Anita Austin! If he has—by Jove, I’ll break every bone in his body!”
“You’ll have to catch him first,” smiled the detective.
“I’ll catch him! I’ll set you to do it. And, looky here, if she’s gone off with that man, you can go ahead and catch her, catch them both, and then go ahead and prove her guilty.”
“Is she?”
“Is she? You bet she is! And I know it.”