—something about the heart. Her cousin, another doctor, is with her. You know I hate to make a wife testify. Got to be done though when she comes around. That's about all, Garth. Run out there and see if you can hit Randall's trail."
Garth arose.
"Seems simple, chief. Any dope on the gun?"
The inspector shook his head.
"One of these deadly automatics it ought to be a felony to have around. Natural enough for a doctor to carry one."
He grinned.
"Got to kill their patients one way or another."
"Nothing been disturbed?" Garth asked.
"No. They've taken Treving away, but the room's just as it was when they were found."
Garth moved towards the door.
"I know you'll bring Randall in," the inspector called.
"I'll do my best," Garth answered.
He hurried through the outer office. Perhaps the inspector was right and the case promised no unusual excitement, but at least it possessed interest.
It was late in the afternoon when he reached the station near Elmford. He inquired the way from the agent.
"It's about ten minutes' walk," the man replied. "Maybe you're a reporter or a cop? Say, there's no mystery about that case. Any word of the doctor?"
