“If Corning left any papers behind, they’re locked in the desk,” he concluded. “Rhodes wouldn’t be dumb enough to leave anything kicking around.”
“He might at the house where Corning lived,” Ken suggested. “Naturally, he wouldn’t figure we’d do any searching there.”
“How can we?” Jack demanded. “Not with Mrs. Rhodes camped on the spot.”
“She can’t stay there forever. Maybe, if we watch our chance—”
“I don’t know,” Mr. Livingston demurred. “It’s a risky thing to do and not to my liking.”
“We’re not dealing with honorable people,” Jack reminded him. “Shouldn’t we try to learn the truth about what happened here?”
“Go ahead,” Mr. Livingston reluctantly consented. “I can’t see, though, that we’re likely to come upon anything that will help us trace Corning.”
“We could go for the authorities,” Ken proposed. “Wouldn’t they organize a search party?”
“Possibly, Ken. But from what I’ve been told, the authorities don’t concern themselves very much with the activities of Carlos. He’s a law unto himself.”
“How about setting off by ourselves?” Ken asked.