“Not down among the rocks, by chance?”
“I wasn’t down there.”
“Are you sure it wasn’t a notebook?” asked Frank quietly.
The shot told. Hanleigh’s fists clenched.
“No, it wasn’t a notebook,” he said thickly.
“Well, if it wasn’t a notebook, I guess we can’t help you. Quite sure, you didn’t lose a notebook?”
“I don’t know anything about a notebook.”
“That’s too bad. If it had been a notebook you lost, instead of a pocketbook, we’d be able to help you. We did find a notebook and we have been wondering whom it belonged to.”
“What kind of notebook?”
“Why should you ask?” said Frank. “If you didn’t lose one, you shouldn’t be concerned. I think you’d better sit down, Mr. Hanleigh. We have a few things to talk over with you before we turn you over to the police.”