"
"Good-bye, Mr. Lester; and thank you."
She went with me to the door, and stood for a moment looking after me;
then she turned back into the house. And I went on down the avenue
with a chill at my heart.
CHAPTER XVIII
BUILDING A THEORY
I was surprised, when I came down for dinner an hour later, to find
Godfrey awaiting me.
"I always try to make it, Saturday night," he explained. "The chief
throws the work on the other fellows, if he can. That's the reason I
hustled away after the inquest. The story's all in, and now we'll have
a good dinner--if I do say it myself--and then a good talk. I feel the
need of a talk, Lester."
"So do I," I said; "though I'm afraid talking won't help us much."
"The funny thing about this case is," mused Godfrey, "that the farther
we get into it the thicker it grows."
"Yes," I agreed, "and the more one thinks about it, the less one
understands."
"Well, suppose we get away from it for a while," said Godfrey, and
turned the talk to other things. No man could talk more delightfully
of music, of art, of letters. How he managed it I could never guess,
but he seemed to have read everything, to have seen everything, to
have heard everything.
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