I'm tellin' ye frank and fair.
Ye go on and take Marian Thorne because ye ought to have her. If
she's got any idea in her head that she's goin' to have Pater
Morrison, she'll have to get it out."
Eugene Snow held out his hand and started to the front door in
answer to the growl of the Bear Cat. As he came down the steps
and advanced to the car, Linda, with the quick eye that had been
one of her special gifts as a birthright, noted a change in him.
He seemed to have been keyed up and toned up. There was a
different expression on his face. There was buoyancy in his
step. There was a visible determination in his eye. He took the
seat beside her and Linda started the car. She looked at him
interrogatively.
"Can you connect a heavy wind with the date of the lost plan?" he
inquired.
"There was a crack-a-jack a few days before," said Linda. "It
blew over some trees in the lot next to us."
"Exactly," said Snow; "and it plucked a screen from your
guest-room window. Katy thinks that the cheque to the carpenter
and the cost of the repairs will be in your sister's account
books."
"Um hm," nodded Linda. "Well, that simplifies matters, because
Peter Morrison is going to tell you about a trip Henry Anderson
made around our house the morning Marian left."
"I think that is about all we need to know," said Mr. Snow
conclusively.
"I think so," said Linda, "but I want you to see Peter's house
for yourself, since I understand that according to your contract
the rights to reproduce these particular plans remained with you
after you had paid prize money for them.
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