“Oscar,” Kitty spoke more slowly, “according to Mandy, Oscar was on the train to Front Royal this afternoon, but I can swear that it was Oscar I heard; also the woman called him by name.”
“Then it must have been Oscar,” Craige commented dryly. “And Mandy lied to you.”
“What could have been her object?” asked Kitty. “She must realize that we can trace Oscar’s whereabouts.”
“That is already being done by the police,” Rodgers put in quickly. “I called up Inspector Mitchell from your house, Kitty, while you were upstairs getting your wraps, and told him that Oscar had disappeared. He promised to try and locate the old man at once.”
“Good!” Craige’s tone spoke his satisfaction. “Now, as to the woman, did her voice give you no clue to her identity, Kitty?”
“No, I could not place it—” Kitty hesitated. “But I am convinced that I have heard her voice before.”
“Very likely,” agreed Craige. “It must have been some one who knew your aunt, and therefore is probably acquainted with you, also. Now, what papers could she have wanted?”
“That is the question which has brought us to see you,” Kitty explained. “Yesterday I gave you the contents of Aunt Susan’s desk—”
“Her papers are here—” As he spoke, Craige went over to a table and pulling out one of the drawers, carried it back to the sofa and put it down by Kitty. “Hereafter I will keep all Susan’s papers in my office vault, now that I know some one is vitally interested in gaining possession of them.”
“Have you looked them over?” questioned Rodgers.