“Yes — for that matter we might have let the whole crew know. But I don’t think Jerry knows why I went away. He wouldn’t have heard of either murder — he doesn’t read the papers.
“Nobody but you and I know that he went up to the White Mountains, and mailed those postals that I had.”
“It worked out nicely, all right,” said the old man. “You put them in a safe place?”
“Right in Blair Windsor’s desk. You know they were all picture post cards. I’d been planning that trip. I bought the cards in Boston. Each card came from the right place — postmark tells the time — my own writing and signature.”
“Everybody has seen them?”
“Vernon has. Of course, he’s sure to help in a pinch. Harper and Quinn are both staying at the house. Blair Windsor didn’t leave until after the first cards arrived.”
“When do you expect he’ll be back?”
“Tomorrow, anyway. He was gone when I got back. Down to help Brother Henry out of the jam.”
Birdie Crull finished his statement with a laugh.
“Well,” said the old man, “it doesn’t look bad — not bad at all.”