“Where indeed?” said Halliday, and he and Edith two-stepped into the living room, where Edith sat down at the organ and played execrably a few bars of “Shall We Gather at the River?”
“Latest song hit,” she called. “Words and music here, twenty-five cents.”
“I think you are all a trifle mad,” Jane said, and went out to do her morning ordering.…
The move is a totally unexpected one. Yesterday, as Halliday said, the Sheriff came over to the hotel and was closeted for an hour or two with Greenough. A bell boy reports that, on carrying some cracked ice to the room, he found Greenough sitting morosely by a table, and Benchley at the window, staring out. Half an hour later the Sheriff left, passing out of the hotel without so much as a nod to anyone, and within the hour Greenough was paying hi
