V - Olive Raynor
I DID see Miss Olive Raynor the next day, but not in the surroundings of her own home as I had expected.
For I received a rather peremptory summons to present myself at police headquarters at a shockingly early hour, and not long after my arrival there, Miss Raynor appeared also.
The police had spent a busy night, and had unearthed more or less evidence and had collected quite a cloud of witnesses.
Chief of Police Martin conducted the inquiry, and I soon found that my story was considered of utmost importance, and that I was expected to relate it to the minutest details.
This I did, patiently answering repeated questions and asseverating facts.
But I could give no hint as to the identity, or even as to the appearance of the man who quarreled with Mr. Gately. I could,
