“Say that again, will yuh?”
Oscar repeated his statement.
“Are yuh sure it was Dell, Oscar?”
“Sure it was. I know her well enough, don’t I?”
Butch sauntered away from the bar and headed for the stairway.
“What’s the matter with Butch?” asked Oscar. “He ain’t stuck on Della, is he?”
“Search me,” growled Mac Rawls, and Oscar went away grinning.
Butch went straight to Della’s room and knocked on the door. There was no response; so he crashed a shoulder against the flimsy door, smashing the lock. A few things were scattered around the room, the window was wide open, but Della was not there.
Butch went back down the stairs and looked around for Oscar, but he had left the place. Mac Rawls was still at the bar, and Butch went to him.
“Go back and tell Marsh what happened,” he ordered. “She went through her window and jumped off that old shed out there.”