“Yes.”
“That’s the man who passed us when we were on our way to the mystery cottage.”
“Are you sure?”
“Can’t be mistaken. Same coat, same hat, same everything.”
“Why then—”
Florence checked herself. A moment later she said in a quiet tone of voice:
“Lucile, don’t you think it’s about time we waded ashore? Came clear and got out of this affair; turned facts over to the authorities and allowed them to take their course?”
Lucile was silent for a moment. Then suddenly she shivered all over and whispered tensely:
“No—no, not quite yet.”
“We may get in over our necks.”