CHAPTER V
The Yellow Pillow
“What’s this pillow doing here?” the sheriff asked, as he picked up the yellow satin cushion. “This looks to me like a parlor ornament.”
“I thought it was strange, too,” returned Landon. “But I can’t see any clue in it, can you?”
“Anything unusual may prove a clue,” said Potter, sententiously. “You never saw this pillow before, Mr Landon.”
“No; but I’m not familiar with the house at all. Maybe it’s a discarded one, handed down to the servants’ use.”
“Doesn’t look so; it’s fresh and new, and very handsome.”
“Lay it aside and come on,” growled Bill Dunn, who was alertly looking about the kitchen. “You can ask the family about that later. Let’s go down cellar.”
To the cellar they went, Landon following. He had a notion that he might help the family’s interests by keeping at the heels of these detectives.
But the most careful search revealed nothing of importance to their quest.
Until Potter said, suddenly, “What’s this? A well?”