CHAPTER XVII
A KEY TO A MYSTERY
Halfway down the path, the man paused and lighted a gasoline lantern. In the bright glow Flash distinguished the caretaker, Fleur.
“Anyone here?” the old man called. He turned his lantern at different angles, throwing the beam over the ground.
Flash stepped from behind the tree.
“Good evening, Fleur.”
The caretaker gave a gasp of surprise and nearly dropped the lantern.
“Well, if it ain’t the young feller!” he exclaimed. “And us givin’ you up fer dead! I’m mighty glad to see you back safe and sound, I sure am!”
“Where is Rascomb?” Flash demanded curtly. “And my very good friend, Doyle?”
“They both came back together hours ago. Mr. Doyle and Mr. Rascomb was bad upset over the accident.”
“Accident?”