The Vanishing of Betty Varian. Wells Carolyn

saw such a case! No clue anywhere; not even mysterious circumstances. Everything just as natural and commonplace as it can be.”

      “There’s the yellow pillow, – ” suggested Potter.

      “I know, – but that may have some simple explanation, – housemaid took it out to clean it, – or something.”

      “Then, Bill, there’s got to be a secret passage; there’s just got to.”

      “Well, there ain’t. Tomorrow, I’ll sound the walls and all that sort of thing, but I’ve measured and estimated, and I vow there ain’t no space unaccounted for in this whole house. But there’s a lot of questionin’ yet to be done. I’ll say there is!”

      By this time some of the servants had heard of the affair and had returned.

      Potter and Bill Dunn went to the kitchen to see them, and found Kelly the butler and Hannah the cook in a scared, nervous state.

      “Do tell us, sir, all about it,” Kelly begged, his hard face drawn with sympathy. “The master – ”

      “It’s true, Kelly, your master is dead. He was killed, and we are investigating. What can you tell us? Do you know of anybody who had it in for Mr Varian?”

      “Oh, no, sir! I’m sure he hadn’t an enemy in the world.”

      “Oh, no, you can’t be sure of that, my man. But tell me of the circumstances. When you all went away, this afternoon, there was no sign of disturbance, – of anything unusual?”

      “Oh, no, sir. Everything was pleasant and proper. I had packed the luncheon for the picnic, Hannah here made the sandwiches, and I filled the coffee Thermos, and all such things. The baskets were all ready, and the family expected to start on the picnic almost as soon as we went off. I offered to stay behind and help Mrs Varian, but she was so kind as to say I needn’t do that. So we all went.”

      “All at once?”

      “Yes, sir.”

      “You went down the path that leads from the front door?”

      “There’s no other way. It branches around to the kitchen entrance, up here, but there’s no other way off the premises.”

      “Not even for a burglar or robber?”

      “No, sir. I don’t believe even a monkey could scramble up the cliff, and I know a man couldn’t. You see it overhangs, and it’s impossible.”

      “But coming from the other direction, – the village?”

      “From that way, everybody has to pass through the lodge gate. The lodge, you know, – that’s the garage, as well. There’s a gate here – ”

      “Yes, I know.”

      “Well, through that gate is the only way to get to this house.”

      “But all the picnic party were waiting, in full view of that gate, and in full view of the house. Yet somebody – ”

      “You needn’t say somebody got in, – for nobody could do that.”

      “I don’t say it. But I’m looking out for some such person. If not, we must conclude – ”

      “What, sir?”

      “That Miss Varian shot her father, and then, – in some yet undiscovered place, killed herself, or still alive, – is in hiding.”

      “Miss Betty kill her father!” exclaimed Hannah, the cook, speaking to the sheriff for the first time. “No, she never did that!”

      “Yet there was ill feeling between them,” Potter returned, quickly.

      “That there was not! A more loving father and child I never met up with! Bless her pretty face! To dare accuse darlin’ Miss Betty of such a thing! I say, now, Mister Man, you better be careful how you say such lies around here! You know you’ve nothin’ to go on, but your own black thoughts! You know you don’t know who killed the master, and you’re too dumb to find out, and so you pick on that poor dear angel child, who ain’t here to speak up for herself!”