“The more I think of it, the more I want to find her, Paul,” Mason said. “Let’s find out where they are.”
“How?” Drake asked. “This chap had an automobile. He could simply pull out and—”
“He also has a broken neck,” Mason said. “Don’t forget that.”
“Well, the girl could drive.”
Mason nodded. “Look here, Paul, there’s no garage in connection with this building. The chances are they didn’t take their car over to Honolulu and back. So they must have left it here. Let’s look around and see if we can’t find where it was stored somewhere in the neighborhood.”
“Not much chance,” Drake told him. “They’d have put it in one of the big storage garages up town. They’d have driven down to the wharf with it when they left, and stored it where it would be handy when they got back.”
“If they’d done that,” Mason said, “they probably wouldn’t have had the ambulance waiting. Let’s look around.”
They walked back to the car, circled three blocks, and Mason said, “Let’s try this place. Looks like the only storage garage in the neighborhood.”
“Is Morgan Eves’s car here?” Mason asked the garage attendant.
“No.”