And so the day grew more sunshiny and mellow, and Colonel Ashley did not regret the fish that the golf ball cheated him of, for he added several new cards to his index file and jotted down, mentally, new facts on some already in it.
“Will return to-morrow. Viola too restless here.”
That was the telegram Colonel Ashley received the day following his acquaintance at the nineteenth hole with Bruce Garrigan and Tom Sharwell.
“She stayed away longer than I thought she would,” mused the detective, “Yes, sah!”
“See if that French chauffeur, Forette, can drive me into town.”
“Yes, sah, Colonel.”
A little later Jean brought the roadster to the front of the house and waited for Colonel Ashley. The latter came forth holding a slip of paper in his hand, and, to the chauffeur, he said:
“Do you know where Dr. Baird lives?”
“Oh, yes, sir.”
“Take me there, please. He was one of the physicians called in when Mr. Carwell was poisoned, was he not?”