“Yes, at Hedgerow House, my place.”
“That is how far from here?”
“Fourteen miles; but you need not come there. I could return to the hotel to conclude arrangements. And I think,” he added significantly, “that you would find the project a profitable one.”
“Doubtless. Are you well acquainted with this part of the country, Mr. Blair?”
“Yes, I’ve been coming here for years.”
“Is there an army post near by?”
“Not within a hundred miles.”
“Nor any officers on special detail about?”
“None, so far as I know.”
Kent produced from his pocket the silver star with the shred of cloth hanging to it. “This may or may not be an important clue to a curious death that occurred here three days ago.”