"But you don't think Calliston killed this woman?"
"No, I don't think so," he answered thoughtfully. "I really don't think so, but I would like to have all his movements on that night accounted for. As for myself, I am in a very awkward position, for, if arrested, I cannot extricate myself from it till Calliston returns."
"Why?"
"Because till his yacht comes back I cannot prove my innocence."
"But you are innocent?"
"Yes; can you doubt me?"
"I was certain of it."
"I hope the jury of twelve good and lawful men will be as certain," he replied grimly, as they walked away.
Flip followed them at a distance, but only caught scraps of conversation which seemed to him to be about trivial matters. So, with all the conversation he had heard in the Park indelibly inscribed on his brain, Flip darted away, to give his patron an accurate report and thus add another link to the chain which was gradually encircling the murderer of Lena Sarschine.