In half an hour Nimrud was back with a parcel, which turned out to be the dead girl’s clothes, and the official report on the crash.
“Thank you,” said Worrals as she took them. “We shan’t want you again for a little while, but we’ll take a turn round the town before sunset.”
Nimrud retired.
“Get these clothes laid out on the bed, Frecks, and see what you can make of them,” went on Worrals. “I’ll have a look at the report.”
There was silence for some time. At length it was broken by Worrals.
“You know, partner, I find this most interesting,” she remarked. “I don’t think Major Kenton can be a practical mechanic or he would have called attention to the possibilities offered by this report. First of all, the weather. On the night of the crash there was no wind, which is lucky for us, beca
