“Are you sure?” said Sayre, for lack of anything else to say.
He looked blank and dazed, as one does on hearing a piece of news that nearly stuns him.
“Yes, sir,” Jennings said, “I know her well. Will you tell Mr. Pennington? Is he here yet?”
“Yes, he’s here. He was just about to go home. Call Mr. Lamb out here, Prall.”
Burton Lamb came, and saw with surprise the returned policeman.
“What have you found?” he said, and Jennings told him.
“Will you tell Jim Pennington?” Sayre said.
“Good Lord, I can’t! But, yes, I will. And we must tell him at once. Who’s left there—on the scene, Jennings?”
“Murdock and Lawlor are standing by, but I must get back. There’s a deal to be done. And no doctor or anybody could get down there, you see. You know how steep and craggy it is, and more’n fifty f
