“He made a dreadful scene, Madge. He said he’d give me just two days and if I don’t turn over five hundred dollars by that time, he’ll bring court action. I’m so worried I don’t know what to do.”
“Do nothing,” Madge advised. “He knows he can’t get anywhere if it comes to a legal fight. He’s only trying to bluff you, Anne. Sometimes, I think it wasn’t the money that brought him here at all.”
“So do I. All the time he was talking with me this afternoon, he kept looking around and sort of studying things.”
“Did he seem particularly interested in the library?”
“Why, he asked me if I had considered selling my books as a means of raising money. I told him I didn’t think they would bring much.”
“He didn’t ask you about that Kipling book you loaned me, did he?”
Anne shook her head. “Why?”
Madge lost no time in explaining her theory of the connection between the title and the words Mr. Fairaday had spoken at the time of his death. She half expected Anne to laugh at the idea, but instead, she became excited.
“Madge, you’re nothing less than a genius! Why didn’t I think of that myself?”
“It’s only a hunch. I may be wrong.”