The inspector grunted.
"If we saw all the simple things there'd be no need for detectives."
He commenced to cough with a persistent vehemence.
"Take me home, Nora," he groaned. "Back to the fireplace and the flannel for the old man. You're always right, Nora. Isn't she always right, Garth?"
But Garth, recalling that moment before Nora and he had entered the Alsop house, shook his head. Nora must have seen and understood, for she laughed lightly.
"Maybe she is," Garth said thoughtfully, "but sometimes I wonder."
CHAPTER XVI
A NOTE FROM THE DEAD
Alsop was around the next day, loud with generosity, and anxious to give Garth the only form of reward he could understand—large sums of money. Garth, however, didn't care for the man. He preferred to keep their relations on a purely business basis.