Half an hour later Mr. Gilfillan re-entered Charlie's room.
"Remember I don't know where you've been or what you were up to,"
warned the fat man firmly. "I'm not a party to this nefarious--"
"Righto!" said the detective cheerily. "Your skirts are clear. They
are immaculate. Let's beat it."
"Well, what did you find out?" inquired Charlie, when they were in
the street once more. He was bursting with curiosity.
"In as much as you don't know where I was or what I've been doing,
it will not compromise you if I say that I found a thirty-eight
calibre revolver with three empty shells in the cylinder. I also
found a theatrical make-up box, with grease paints, gauze, and
all that. Also currency amounting to about three hundred dollars.
Nothing incriminating, nothing actually crooked. Simply circumstantial
as relating to recent events in your midst, Mr. Webster."
"Makes it look mighty certain that he was the feller with the mask,
don't it? Only three shots were fired, you know. I've been thinking
a lot about what you said awhile ago. You don't think that he had
anything to do with--with putting the Vick girl out of the way?
You spoke about him being mistaken in the woman."
"He had nothing to do with it, Webster. I told you I saw a figure
in the pasture after he had gone into the house. If it was the Vick
girl, she was certainly alive then.
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