"
"What became of Lacy?"
"He's down in his saloon; he sed if you showed up, an' asked fer him,
ter tell yer that's whar he'd be."
"He told you that? He expected me to show up then?"
"I reckon as how he did," and Timmons grinned in drunken good humour.
"He's pretty blame smart, Bill Lacy is; he most allars knows whut's
goin' ter happen." He leaned over the desk and lowered his voice. "If
yer do hunt him up, Jim," he said confidentially, "you better go
heeled."
Westcott laughed. The first shock of the discovery of Miss Donovan's
disappearance had passed, and he was himself again. He must have time
to think and arrange some plan and, above all, must retain a clear mind
and proceed coolly.
"All right, old man," he said easily. "I'll try and look out for
myself. I haven't eaten yet to-day. What can you find for me in the
larder?"
CHAPTER XX: TO COMPEL AN ANSWER
Although feeling the need of food, Westcott entered the dining-room of
the Timmons' House more desirous of being alone than for any other
purpose. He realised that he was suddenly brought face to face with a
most serious condition, and one which must be solved unaided.
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