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He spat over the porch rail and
lit a cigarette. He looked su
premely indifferent.
"Maybe he had some business
of his own,” he said. “Unless you
think he killed the fellow down
the road. Got any ideas like that?”
“Certainly not,” I (Bid, and
marched with dignity into the
But the sheriff, coming to ques
tion us later that day, was more
“Funny thing,” he said, “his
lighting out like that. Car’s gone,
and he’s gone. Think he knew this
“I haven’t an idea.”
“Well, one of the people passing
here late last night saw an old
Ford parked by the cottage. Place
was lit up too. You never know
about these city cops. Some of
them are mighty handy with a
I think he tried to trace Nesbit
after he left, but whatever he did
the missing man remained miss
ing. The deputy left and another
one took his place at dinner time.
He was a lugubrious fellow who
said he was to stay in the house
that night, and advised us all to
lock our bedroom doors.
“Got a killer around,” he said
dolefully. “Maybe a maniac.
Never know what hell do next.”
Emily called up that night.
She’d seen the story in the evening
paper, and she sounded excited.
“Listen,” she said, “was his
name really David Cummings,
“So they say. What about him,
Emily? Did you know him?”
Her voice sounded odd. and she
took a moment before she an
“I’ve heard the name some
where,” she said evasively. “I’m
trying to place it. If I do I’ll call
It was about nine o’clock when
Doctor Lyons telephoned me. He
said he had seen about the murder
in the paper, and as it was near
our place he hoped it hadn’t dis
turbed Eve. I said she was all
right, and then he asked me if I
was alone, or if there was an
extension phone in the house.
There wasn’t, of course. My dream
of luxury is to have one beside my
bed, but that time is far off.
I told him, and he asked me if
I could come in to the office the
next day. He had something he
would like me to do for him. As I
was glad for any excuse to get out
of the house I agreed, and I left
on the commuter’s train a half
hour after Paul the next morning.
There was still no news about
Nesbit. His cottage looked blank
and dreary as I passed it, and the
shed remained empty. There was
no reason why I should worry
about him, I thought. He was
nothing to me. But I was sure he
was no killer, and I wondered if
anything had happened to him.
After all he knew something he
would not talk about, apparently
something that concerned a danger
to Eve. And what had he meant
about once a cop always a cop?
For the first time I wondered
about his renting our cottage about
the time Eve came home from
Reno. Had he known she was in
some sort of danger? Both Paul
and I had laid her terror to fan
tasy, or perhaps her usual attempt
to focus attention on herself. It
occurred to me then that the
danger was not only real. It might
still exist.
When I reached the doctor’s
office he had evidently left word
he was expecting me, for the nurse
admitted me at once, taking me
to a small consulting room I had
not seen before, and he came in
rather hurriedly, as though he had
left a patient.
“Have you time to do a rather
troublesome errand for me. Miss
Lothrop?” he asked. “It may take
most of the day.”
“What sort of errand?" I asked.
He did not sit down. He lit a
cigarette, as though he needed it,
and looked through me rather
than at me.
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