“Did anybody see the car?” “The police are working on that. Apparently not.” “And you’ve checked up on—things?” “They seem all right. Absolutely O. K.” Still with this mysterious bond between them they took me out to where Dick had found the bag, and standing there he pointed out where he had found it; not near the pavement, but almost in the center of the street. It had shown up plainly; at first he had thought it was a bird, and veered to avoid it. Then he saw what it was. “You might figure it like this,” he said…
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