Let us go, I say." Sweetwater threw open the door, but his wistful look did not escape the older man's eye.
"You're not ready to go?
Wish to search the house, perhaps." "Naturally." "It has already been done in a general way." "I wish to do it thoroughly." The coroner sighed.
"I should be wrong to stand in your way.

Get your warrant and the house is yours.

But remember the sick girl." "That's why I wish to do the job my self." "You're a good fellow, Sweetwater." Then as he was passing out, "I'm going to rely on you to see this thing through, quietly if you can, openly and in the public eye if you must.

The keys tell the tale--the keys and the hat.

If the former had been left in the club-house and the latter found without the mark set on it by the mechanic's wife, Ranelagh's chances would look as slim to-day as they did immediately after the event.