Tremaine paced the room. On his third circuit Miss Carroll came in.
"I wouldn't have bothered you if it wasn't important," Tremaine said. "I can't explain it all now. You said once you had confidence in me. Will you come with me now? It concerns Bram ... and maybe a lot more than just Bram."
Miss Carroll looked at him steadily. "I'll get my wrap."
On the highway Tremaine said, "Miss Carroll, we're headed for Bram's house. I take it you've heard of what happened out there?"
"No, James. I haven't stirred out of the house. What is it?"
"A gang of teen-age toughs went out last night. They had guns. One of them took a shot at Bram. And Bram's disappeared. But I don't think he's dead."
Miss Carroll gasped. "Why? Why did they do it?"
"I don't think they know themselves."
"You say ... you believe he still lives...."
"He must be alive. It dawned on me a little while ago ... a little late, I'll admit. The locket he gave you. Did you ever try it?"