to look into his lady friends—I guess he had enough of 'em."
"I may get something out of the Major along that line," supplied Markham. "He'll tell me anything I want to know. And I can also look into Benson's business associates through the same channel."
"I was going to suggest that you could do that better than I could," Heath rejoined. "We ought to run into something pretty quick that'll give us a line to go on. And I've got an idea that when we locate the lady he took to dinner last night and brought back here, we'll know a lot more than we do now."
"Or a lot less," murmured Vance.
Heath looked up quickly, and grunted with an air of massive petulance.
"Let me tell you something, Mr. Vance," he said, "—since I understand you want to learn something about these affairs: when anything goes seriously wrong in this world, it's pretty safe to look for a woman in the case."
"Ah, yes," smiled Vance. "Cherchez la femme—an aged notion. Even the Romans labored under the superstition,—they expressed it with Dux femina facti."
"However they expressed it," retorted Heath, "they had the right idea. And don't let 'em tell you different."
Again Markham diplomatically intervened.
"That point will be settled very soon, I hope. . . . And now, Sergeant, if you've nothing else to suggest, I'll be getting along. I told Major Benson I'd see
