Chapter VI.—More Suspicions.The detective was walking thoughtfully through the lounge when Betty Yates who was arranging some tables there, sidled up quickly and put her finger to her lips.
“Hush!” she whispered mysteriously. “Mr. Culloden's looking out for you. He's twice asked me where you were and he's waiting outside to catch you. The others are all in the garden round by the tennis court.”
Larose nodded understandingly and proceeding through the hall door found the big Scotsman standing in the drive close near the house. The descendant of Scottish kings gave him a haughty glance and then turned his head away as if he were in no sense interested. A little disappointed, the detective was passing on when suddenly Mr. Culloden turned round again sharply and called out:
“One moment, Mr.
