8. THE STREETS OF RENO
When they came down-stairs, Doctor Swan was waiting for them beside the fire. He handed the sheriff an envelope and also a folded sheet of paper.
“A letter to my landlady,” he explained. “And a list of things I’ll need—you’ll find a bag in the closet to put them in. I hope to heaven I’ll be able to get home pretty quickly—what do you think?”
“I hope so, too, Doctor,” the sheriff replied.
“You—have no clue, I suppose?”
“None at all,” responded the young man. “Except that some one, who knew all about how Miss Beaton felt toward Landini, planted that pink scarf and the pin. We’re investigatin’ that.”
The doctor gave him an unpleasant look and turned away.
Romano came up, looking rather forlorn. “Pleasant journey,” he remarked.
“Sorry you ain’t goin’ anywhere,” s
