CHAPTER FIFTEENLine of Inquiry
“Oh, good heavens,” protested Hunter, “the unfortunate Grobys!”
“Unless they took them, Phin.” Mrs. Hunter, very alert, sat up straight to interrogate Gamadge: “Where are they missing from, Henry?”
“Well, that’s the trouble; we don’t know. We only know that Miss Radford herself took them out of her safe deposit box last October—as soon, in fact, as she got her hands on the estate.”
“But where was the box?”
Gamadge turned a smiling look on Craye. “In Stratfield.”
Craye had already come to the end of his highball. It seemed to have done him good; he also sat up straighter, got out his glasses, put them on, and returned his host’s look with a firm, judicial one. “The securities are not missing,” he said in a corrective tone. “They have been exchanged. The
