"Enough?" Ethel repeated. "Enough of what?"
"That's all he said; he had 'enough.'" Asa was merely quoting the expression.
"He said that to you? Where did you see him?"
"No; he said that to Wheedon. I did not talk with him, but I saw him at Wheedon's—about nine o'clock. Wheedon said Bagley come to stay there all night; he had 'enough.'"
"Then Mr. Loutrelle went to Wheedon's too, Asa?"
"No; he was not there."
"Where was he?"
"I do not know; here, I suppose," Asa said uneasily. "Somebody had light here late? What do you know?"
She had not told Asa what she knew and what she had supposed, because she had expected that they immediately would discover evidence which would make unnecessary any explanation of her summons to accompany her here. But they had found nothing except that Bagley and Barney Loutrelle both had been in the house and neither was here now.
Asa had accounted for Bagley's absence, but not for Barney's. She asked Asa to go down into the cellar with her to make certain that no one was anywhere in the house; and the unwillingness with which he accompanied her into the dark passages made plain to her what the Indian was thinking. They searched thoroughly, however, before they returned to the salon. No one, living or dead, was in the house; nowhere had they come upon sign of violence or indication of cause for Barney Loutrelle's disappearance.
"Where's he gone, Asa?" Ethel appealed finally.
"How do I know?" the Indian returned irritably, and Ethel appreciated that his nerves were on edge.
