“Oh, well, perhaps in the confusion the papers were mislaid. I shall ask Viola about them. Another search must be made.”
And so the two went back to The Haven, not much more enlightened than when they left it.
“'What is to be done?” asked Bartlett. “Blossom says he knows nothing of it.”
“Then I must know a little more about Mr. Blossom,” mentally decided the colonel. “I think I shall shadow him a bit. It may prove fruitful.”
And when two nights later LeGrand Blossom left his boarding place and met a veiled woman at a lonely spot on the beach, Colonel Ashley, who had been waiting as he so well knew how to do, hid himself on the sand behind some sedge grass and began to think that the game was coming his way after all.
“For a man who pretends to be open and above board, his actions are very queer,” mused the detective, as he silently crawled nearer to where LeGrand Blossom and the woman stood talking in low tones on the lonely sands. “I don't see what object he could have in making away with Carwell, and yet it begins to look black for him. Maybe there is more than the fifteen thousand dollars involved. There are so many angles to the case now. I must find out who this woman is.”
And when she spoke in louder tones than usual, drawing from LeGrand Blossom an impatient “Hush!” the colonel had his answer.
“Morocco Kate again! What's her part now?”
The detective was near enough now to hear some of the talk.
“Did you bring it?” asked the woman eagerly.