“WELL, SALLY, IS THAT all?”
“No, sir, not quite. Griscom found one more queer thing. He found Mr. Tracy’s watch in the water pitcher.”
“In the water pitcher!” Farrell exclaimed. “Was there water in the pitcher?”
“Oh, yes, sir, it was nearly full. And down at the bottom of it was the watch.”
“How extraordinary. Is the watch going?”
“I don’t know, sir. Griscom took it out of the pitcher, but I don’t know what he did with it.”
“Well, we’ll see about it. If you’ve no more astonishing bits of information, you can run along, Sally.”
The girl left the room, and we looked at one another, half smiling, half appalled.
“It’s all so tawdry,” Keeley Moore said, with an impatient shrug of his shoulders.
“Just what meaning do you attach to the word ‘tawdry’?” asked Hart. “I can’t seem to make it
