“Just what did she say?”
“Said she saw a man—a live man, no phantom foolishness, on the south veranda, and he carried a bugle.”
“Did he play on it?”
“No; just carried it like. But she says he musta been the murderer, and by the same token it’s the man I saw!”
“Oho, you saw him, too?”
“As I told your master, I saw him, but not plain, as I ran along to the fire. Rachel, now, she saw him plain, so he musta been there. Well, belike, he was the murderer and that sets my people free.”
“Important if true, but are you both sure? And why, oh, why does the valuable Rachel choose this time to vanish? Won’t she come back?”
“Who knows? She didn’t take any luggage——”
“How did she go?”
“Nobody knows. She walked, of course——”