CHAPTER 24The two detectives, having got rid of their visitor for the time being, looked at one another with raised brows.
"Well," Stoddart remarked, "that's that. Pretty exasperating about that paper, but we've got something definite to go on at last. I'd like to know what that bit of paper was about, and whether poor Mayer was shot for the sake of it. Seems to me, Alfred, our theory looks like holding good—the same hand fired both shots. Mayer knew too much."
He paused a moment lost in thought.
"I rang up Mrs. Burford," he went on, "while you were away in Medchester and said I should like another bit of a talk with her, but I'm not sure after this that I want it, not straight off. You might ring up and cry off for me. The story wants a bit of thinking out, and the sooner we get on to
