“This.” The man held out his hand.
In the darkness the boy could not see what lay in the hand. “What is it, Uncle David?”
“The missing cigar lighter,” Dr. Stone said quietly. “It fell out of Kent’s pocket while he was hiding the jewels. Lady found it for me under the tree.”
VOICES IN THE NIGHT
“Go on ahead, Joe,” Dr. David Stone said. “The boat will probably need bailing. I’ll have Jerry fix your rod. Won’t take ten minutes.”
Joe Morrow gripped the can of worms and was gone. Dr. Stone said, “Right, Lady,” and, gripping the harness-handle, followed the dog toward Jerry Moore’s garage.
Sound came to the doctor’s ears—the rasp of a tool and, abruptly, the sharp tapping of a finger against glass. The dog deftly steered him around an automobile. Jerry’s voice came from under the car.
“That you, Doctor?”
“Yes.”
“Thought those were Lady’s paws. With you in a few minutes.”