I showed it to Art, and he thought the same as I did.

You know,--or I reckon you don't, because I never said anything,--away last summer, along about the time you went to work for Burns, I got to thinking things over, and I wondered if Carl didn't have something on his mind about that killing.

So I wrote to Rossman.

I didn't much like the way he handled your dad's case, but he knew all the ins and outs, so I could talk to him without going away back at the beginning.

He knew Carl, too, so that made it easier.
"I wrote and told him how Carl was prowling around through the house nights, and the like of that, and to look up the title to the Lazy A--" "Why wouldn't you wait and let me buy it myself ?" Jean asked him with just a shade of sharpness in her voice.