Everything will come out all right soon."
Outside, in the car which Burke had hired, Craig added: "Not to
town. That was an excuse not to alarm Miss Shirley too much over
her friend. Take us over past the Stamford cottage, first."
The Stamford cottage was on the beach, between the shore front and
the road. It was not a new place but was built in the hideous
style of some thirty years ago with all sorts of little turned and
knobby ornaments. We paused down the road a bit, though not long
enough to attract attention. There were lights on every floor of
the cottage, although most of the neighbouring cottages were dark.
"Well protected by lightning-rods," remarked Kennedy, as he looked
the Stamford cottage over narrowly. "We might as well drive on.
Keep an eye on the hotel, Burke. It may be that Nordheim intends
to return, after all."
"Assuming that he has left," returned the secret-service man.
"But you said he had left," said Kennedy. "What do you mean?"
"I hardly know myself," wearily remarked Burke, on whom the strain
of the case, to which we were still fresh, had begun to tell.
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