George A. Birmingham

“ Goddard; "I've come to consult you. I don't understand——"
"Surely nobody else has bolted?"
"Sergeant Farrelly and the constable have not returned from Rosivera."
"Dear me! I always heard that these things were infectious, like measles. One suicide, half a dozen suicides. We appear to be in for an epidemic of bolting. But I'd never have suspected the sergeant. He seemed such a solid sort of man, not the least hysterical; but you can never tell. I hope you won't vanish to-morrow, Goddard. If you feel it coming on you, you'd better put yourself under arrest at once. ”

“ Goddard, "what do you know about that tenant of yours at Rosivera?"
"Surely you're not coming round to Miss Blow's murder theory, are you?"
"I don't know. It's a very queer business. Is Red—that's the man's name, isn't it—respectable?"
"I don't know. I never saw the man in my life. I know nothing about him except that he paid his rent and came here in a motor-car. That looks as if he had money, doesn't it?"
"I don't understand it," said Mr. Goddard. "The sergeant and Cole certainly went to Rosivera to-day. ”

“ A man can't kidnap people in this wholesale sort of way without suffering for it. He'll understand that when we put it to him. But you've had an exhausting day, Goddard, and I dare say you'd like to toddle up to bed. Wilkins will leave you whatever you want. We'll have a great time to-morrow, raiding Rosivera. ”