“Fulton, the chauffeur. He’s just about crazy over her disappearance.”
“Oh, she’ll return,” surmised Stone. “She became frightened at something and ran off. I think she’ll come back. If not, we’ll have to give chase. We must find her, as she’s the principal witness of the man on the veranda. Cook is not so sure about him.”
“Who could he have been?” Keefe said. “Doubtless some enemy of Mr. Appleby, in no way connected with the Wheelers.”
“Probably,” agreed Stone.
“We found the pistol, you know, Mr. Keefe,” remarked Fibsy.
“You did! Well, you have made progress. Where was it?”
“In the fern bed, not far from the veranda railing.”
“Just where the man would have thrown it!” exclaimed Keefe.
“Or where I threw it,” put in Daniel Wheeler.
“I’d like to see the exact place it was found,” Keefe said.