Just now what worried Craig was the situation with Elaine, and I
fancied that he had given Chase some commission in connection with
that.
"I've got it, Mr. Kennedy," greeted Chase with quiet modesty.
"Good," responded Craig heartily. "I knew you would."
"Got what?" I asked a moment later.
Kennedy nodded for Chase to answer.
"I've located the new residence of Flirty Florrie," he replied.
I saw what Kennedy was after at once. Flirty Florrie and Dan the
Dude had caused the quarrel between himself and Elaine. Dan the
Dude was dead. But Flirty Florrie might be forced to explain it.
"That's fine," he added, exultingly. "Now, I'll clear that thing
up."
He took a hasty step to the telephone, put his hand on the
receiver and was about to take it off the hook. Then he paused,
and I saw his face working. The wound Elaine had given his
feelings was deep. It had not yet quite healed.
Finally, his pride, for Kennedy's was a highly sensitive nature,
got the better of him.
"No," he said, half to himself, "not--yet."
Elaine had returned home.
Alone, her thoughts naturally went back to what had happened
recently to interrupt a friendship which had been the sweetest in
her life.
"There MUST be some mistake," she murmured pensively to herself,
thinking of the photograph Flirty had given her.
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