“Well, I didn’t remain outside the house all the time things were happening in this room. I went upstairs, and visited the red suite—the rooms that were assigned to Mr. Ledger Dinwiddie.”
He paused, stepped to the door, passed out, was gone a moment, and returned.
“I found these things in that room,” he said. “They were under the bed, but I found them. There they are. Look at them.”
He threw the heap to the floor, and all who were there saw the red wrapper, the big automobile veil, and the ladder of rope up which Jimmy had clambered in order to return to his own room in time to be on the scene.
“More than that,” Chick continued, “I have got a full confession from one of the men I captured in the summerhouse, when they attacked Nan.
“Nick,” he turned to his chief, “one of those men is the chap who used to live on that island where Jimmy Duryea was supposed to have died. His name is Griggs. Do you remember him?”
“Perfectly.”
“Well, he can supply the truth that Jimmy Duryea did not die up there. He has already told it to me, and he will tell it again, whenever he is called upon to do so.”
Again Chick turned about, facing the assembled guests again.