And now, where's this young Gaylord ?" "He's in the Kennisburg jail." "And where's that ?" "About three miles from here and six miles from the plantation." "Ah--suppose we pay him a visit first.

There are one or two points concerning his whereabouts on the night of the robbery and his actions on the day of the murder that I should like to have him clear up." I smiled slightly as I turned the horses' heads toward Kennisburg.
Radnor in his present uncommunicative frame of mind was not likely to afford Terry much satisfaction.
"There isn't any time to waste," he added as we drove along.

"Just let me have your account of everything that happened, beginning with the first appearance of the ghost." I briefly sketched the situation at Four-Pools as I had found it on my arrival, and the events preceding the robbery and the murder.

Terry interrupted me once or twice with questions.

He was particularly interested in the three-cornered situation concerning Radnor, Polly Mathers, and Jim Mattison, and I was as brief as possible in my replies; I did not care to make Polly the heroine of a Sunday feature article.