“Young Cowden seems to have died a natural death, Miss Susie,” said Gamadge, gently. “And Atwood doesn’t seem to have gained anything by it.”
“I know.”
“But you don’t understand why Atwood should deny being off the place, and you don’t like him, and you want to get at the bottom of what happened to your friend. Quite right. Well, you haven’t asked my advice, but I’m going to offer it, just the same. Tell Mitchell.”
“That’s my advice, too,” said Sanderson. “And Rogers’, I believe.”
“She’d be crazy to keep it to herself,” said Rogers.
“Yes, but Mr. Atwood will be sure to find out who told. He always finds out everything. He knows the ‘Pottery Pig’ boys, and he’ll hear that I came home alone from that party.” Susie Baker was almost trembling; certainly the hand that seized Rogers’ sleeve
