“There’s nothing left but that she went away,—managed somehow to elude the watchers,—perhaps they were not noticing the house.”
“You talk as if she could get down from this headland by any other route than right past where the crowd were waiting.”
“Maybe she hid here in the house, until after dark——”
“Oh, don’t suggest such awful things! Betty kill her father, and then, hiding until dark, make her way out and down to the village and away from the Harbor—oh, impossible!”
“Alternative?”
“I don’t know! The more I think it over the less I can see any solution!”
“What about the haunted house idea?”
“That doesn’t mean a thing to me,” Granniss scorned it. “In fact, I usually come back to the idea that Mr Varian in some way killed himself.”
“Weapon?”
“I know, but I mean, maybe he shot himself, and Betty, who might have been trying to prevent it, took the pistol and ran away.”