"I've got him worrying now," reflected the girl.
"And—where is the golf bag—now?" he asked.
"Mrs. Baxter borrowed it and left it at the club house."
"You found that out?"
"Yes."
"Where—in the club house?"
"In one of the lockers—Mrs. Baxter's locker."
"I see." He was silent again. "That was four days ago?"
"Yes."
"How many times has the bag been used?"