“Then who is?” Terry wanted to know.
“Tell us that, and you’ll win the fame you’re after,” chuckled Betty.
“Just a moment,” Bill was speaking again. “If old Lewis is as clever as you think he is, Dorothy, then the smart thing for him to do would be exactly what he has done!”
“How’s that?”
“Well, if he did hire those lads, he might figure that by coming over here, Stoker’d begin to believe he was the man behind the gun. But, he might have realized that on second thought, Stoker would discount the idea, for the very reason you have done so.”
“Gosh!” exploded Terry. “That’s a stumper, Bill. What are we going to do about it?”
“That’s the question—can we do anything?” Dorothy flicked a bread pill across the table.
Chapter VI
CORNERED
“There’s one thing about it,” Bill Bolton told the others seated at the supper table. “This letter that Mr. Conway is supposed to have written to Stoker is at the bottom of all this queer business.”
“But that doesn’t get us anywhere, does it?” objected Terry. “We must find out what that letter’s about. Get hold of the underlying motive, you know.”