ing to swallow it. It has been washed since," she hastened to assure Hotchkiss, who showed an inclination to drop it.
"You don't think he locked the door himself and threw the key out of the window?" the little man asked.
"The windows are covered with mosquito netting, nailed on. The mister blamed it on the children, and it might have been Obadiah. He's the quiet kind, and you never know what he's about."
"He's about to strangle, isn't he," McKnight remarked lazily, "or is that Obadiah?"
Mrs. Carter picked the boy up and inverted him, talking amiably all the time. "He's always doing it," she said, giving him a shake. "When ever we miss anything we look to see if Obadiah's black in the face." She gave another shake, and the quarter I had given him shot out as if blown from a gun. Then we prepared to go back to the station.
From where I stood I could look into the cheery farm kitchen, where Alison West and I had eaten our al fresco breakfast. I looked at
