“That sounds as though it might be the wise thing to do,” said Wilding.
Solange turned to him. “That is true. I thank Monsieur Sucatash. And, Monsieur Wilding, there is one thing you can do for me, besides the arrangements for that divorce. Can you not search the records to find out what is known of my father’s death and who killed him?”
“But it appears that the killer was Louisiana.”
“Yes—but who is Louisiana? Where did he go? That is what I must find out. Oh! If this depraved De Launay were of any benefit, instead of being a sorrow and disgust to me——” 122
At this moment Dave MacKay reappeared. Solange turned to him eagerly. “Did you find him, monsieur?”
“I sure did,” said Dave, with disgust. “Leastways, I located him. That animated vat of inebriation has done went and landed in jail.” 123