“I’m sure they need you at the office to help circulate the news, my son,” said Kent. “And I’ll bet you this quarter, payable in advance, that you can’t get back in half an hour on your wheel.”
With a grin the boy took the coin. “I got yer,” he said, and was off.
“And now, Sedgwick,” said Kent decisively, “if I’m to help you, suppose you tell me all that you know about the woman who called on you last evening?”
“Last evening? Ah, that wasn’t the girl of the picture. It’s an interminable six days since I’ve seen her.”
“No; I know it wasn’t she, having seen your picture, and since then your visitor of last night. The question is, who was it?”
“Wait! How did you know that a woman came here last night?”
“From common gossip.”
“And where have you seen her since?”
“On the beach, at Lonesome Cove.”
“Lonesome Cove,” repeated Sedgwick mechanically. Then with a startled glance: “Not the dead woman!”