CHAPTER IV

THE MISSING REVOLVER (_Tuesday, November 9; 3 p. m._) “The Mater’s a crabbed old soul,” Greene apologized offhandedly when we were again in the drawing-room. “Always grousing about her doting off-spring.—Well, where do we go from here?” Markham seemed lost in thought, and it was Vance who answered. “Let us take a peep at the servants and hearken to their tale: Sproot for a starter.” Markham roused himself and nodded, and Greene rose and pulled a silken bell-cord near the archway. A minute later …