Wasn't it a quaint mistake?"
There was an uncertain pause. Then Loder, feeling the need of
speech, broke the silence suddenly. "Where do I come in?" he
asked abruptly. "What am I wanted for?"
"To help to throw light on the mystery! I've seen Blanche's
list of people, and there wasn't a man I couldn't place--no
outsider ever squeezes through Blanche's door. I have
questioned Bobby Blessington, but he can't remember who came
to the tent last. And Bobby was supposed to have kept count!"
She spoke in deep scorn; but almost immediately the scorn
faded and she smiled again. "Now that I've explain ed, Jack,"
she added, "what do you suggest?"
Then for the first time Loder knew what his presence in the
room really meant; and at best the knowledge was
disconcerting. It is not every day that a man is called upon
to unearth himself.
"Suggest?" he repeated, blankly.
"Yes. I'd rather have your idea of the affair than anybody
else's. You are so dear and sarcastic and keen that you can't
help getting straight at the middle of a fact.
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