"I shall stay in Woodbine as long as there is any hope of clearing
up this case. If you want me, I suppose I shall have to stay
anyhow, even if there is a clue somewhere else."
"I'll take your word for it," offered Kennedy.
"I'll give it."
I must say that I rather liked the young chap, although I could
make nothing out of him.
As Dana Phelps disappeared down the road, Andrews turned to
Kennedy. "What did you do that for?" he asked, half critically.
"Because we can watch him, anyway," answered Craig, with a
significant glance at the now empty casket. "Have him shadowed,
Andrews. It may lead to something and it may not. But in any case
don't let him get out of reach."
"Here we are in a worse mystery than ever," grumbled Andrews. "We
have caught a prisoner, but the body is gone, and we can't even
show that he was an accomplice."
"What were you writing?" I asked Craig, endeavouring to change the
subject to one more promising.
"Just copying the peculiar shape of those marks on Phelps' arm.
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