CHAPTER ELEVEN
DangerMitchell sat waiting for him at a small table between the window and the door. Several people stood at the bar counter, Doctor and Mrs. Baines among them; but no other table was occupied. Gamadge asked: “Have you searched the Cowden car yet?”
“Yes. Not a thing in it but road maps and Sanderson’s driving licence, and a squashed packet of cigarettes.”
“Who has the keys?”
“I just sent ’em up to Sanderson. How’s Miss Cowden, after her accident?”
“You heard about that, did you?”
“It’s all over the beach. I understand the story came from the caddie house.”
“I wasn’t sure that Norman had taken it in; at the time, he seemed more or less to accept it as part of the hazards of the game.”
“Your caddie, was he?”
“He was engaged as a caddie—Class X, I should say. I haven’t
