“Down-stairs—in the archery-room. They’re in one of the drawers of the tool-chest.”
Vance rose.
“Would you be so good, Miss Dillard, as to show us where you put them? I have a gnawin’ curiosity to see ’em, don’t y’ know.”
The girl hesitated and looked to Arnesson for guidance. When he nodded she turned without a word and led the way to the archery-room.
“They’re in that chest by the window,” she said.
Going to it she drew out a small deep drawer in one end. At the rear, beneath a mass of odds and ends, was a .38 Colt automatic.
“Why!” she exclaimed. “There’s only one here. The other is gone.”
“It was a smaller pistol, wasn’t it?” asked Vance.
“Yes. . . .”
“A .32?”