to him. The officer's reply was clear to Peewee.
"Sure I can get him. Now?"
"My car's outside," said Jeffrey. "Use it."
The policeman went quickly out, motioning to the other man, who followed him.
"I'll go for the letter myself," said Mrs. Markyn. "Walter, come with me."
They too went out. Peewee heard the closing of the entrance door, the sound of motors, and stared doubtfully at the two men. Beman, his gray old cheeks a little flushed, waited in his great chair; Jeffrey paced nervously up and down, halting now and then to exchange words inaudibly with Beman. Peewee wanted to question Beman, but decided not to commit himself by doing so. The long hand of the clock moved half way round before he heard the front door again and the policeman entered followed by another man, whom Peewee felt sure was a policeman too. The new man greeted Beman and Jeffrey as though he did not know them and opened a handbag which he carried and laid articles out upon the table—ink and a little pad and oblong cards with words in small print
