“Then she says she saw a stranger in the Thatched House?” asked Jean. She was beginning to understand much that had seemed oddly mysterious last night.
“That’s what she’s going to say, at any rate. One thing I will tell you, Bet Chart. She do honestly believe Garlett didn’t do it. She said so again to me last night. Funny, wasn’t it? She says to me: ‘They say they’ve found the place where Mr. Garlett bought the poison. ’E never did buy any poison.’”
“You mean the thing that appeared in The Sunday Critic?” said the girl.
“Yes, that’s what I do mean—but ’owever did you know it?”
“I saw the paper. A friend I stayed with the night before I came here bought it, and showed me the paragraph.”
Night and day the hidden drama went on—with the vast, dark, melancholy old house as background.
Fro
