“Caliph,” called the Captain, “where you going?” But only a wave of the tail answered him.
When we got back to our house, a half emptied saucer of fish was on the back porch and Caliph, alias Adam, was asleep on his cushion by the stove.
“I feel,” I giggled, “a little dizzy with all this cat business!”
“To say nothing,” added Eve, “of blue emeralds!”
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Where Is Circe?
Michael was waiting for us at The Corners at five that afternoon. He had left the horses tied there in order not to attract attention to our visit to Craven House. “Haven’t seen anything more of Bangs, have you?” was his first question.
Eve shook her head.
“Well, he’s left Trap’s,” Michael said. “I went in there just now and inquired for him. They said he departed the day after he came and they don’t know anything about him. Didn’t leave any address or say where he was going.”
“Then he never got his letter back,” I said. “It must be at the Inn now.”