“Yes, there has,” whispered Bruce Duncan excitedly. “Something has happened; and I am the only man who knows it. I discovered it on my way up here; I’m going to notify Fellows when I report.”
Something in Duncan’s voice told Harry that an unusual discovery had been made. He listened intently for a further explanation.
CHAPTER XXI
THE ROOM IN THE TOWER
DUNCAN spoke in a low voice. “On the way from New York I stopped in a small town in Connecticut. While talking with a garage man, I learned that there was a dangerous curve a few miles farther on. A car had gone over the edge — into a precipice.
“The driver of the car had been killed. Yet the cause of the accident had not been ascertained. I saw the car; it was there in the town; and the broken rear axle made me believe that something had smashed it before the accident.
“‘Who was driving the car?’ I asked.
“‘The fellow hasn’t been identified,’ I was told. ‘The New York license was a phony. They brought the man’s body in; it’s in the morgue now.’
“There must be a morbid streak in my nature. I decided to go over and view the body. It was in the back room of a local undertaking establishment. When I saw the face, I recognized the man immediately.”
“Who was it?” questioned Harry.