"Thanks, but I'd just as soon keep my coat on," was the answer. "I am used to it. Fine farm you have here."
"Pretty fair."
"Raise much grain?"
"Only for the stock. I deal mostly in horses and in fancy dogs."
"I used to own a fancy dog myself," said Adam Adams smoothly and mentioned the fine points. The Englishman seemed to warm up to this subject and spoke of the many dogs he had, and of the prices some had brought him. In the midst of the conversation a lunch was brought in and the detective sat down to eat. Then with great care Adam Adams brought the talk around once more to the Langmore tragedy. But Matlock Styles at once grew cold.
"The girl did it," he reaffirmed. "They have her cornered. It won't be possible for her to clear herself, even with the best lawyers in the country."
"Do they suspect anybody else?"
"I think not. By the way, did you say you were at the house?"
"Oh, I walked around the place, that's all. I saw a policeman on guard there."
"Anybody else?"