"Oh, I wouldn't want what I said to keep Forette out of a place!"
protested the man quickly. "If I'd thought that - "

"You needn't worry. You haven't done him any harm. He's out of a place
anyhow, since Mr. Carwell died, and I'll treat what you told me in strict
confidence."

"I wish you would. You know we have to be careful."

"I understand."

And this information passed again in review before the mind of the
fisherman as he took Jean Forette's card from the pack.

"I wonder if he can be a dope fiend?" mused the colonel. "It's worth
looking up, at any rate. He'd be a bad kind to drive a car. I'm glad
he isn't in my employ, and I'm better pleased that he won't take Viola
out. This dope - bad stuff, whether it's morphine, cocaine, or
something else. We'll just keep this card up in front where we can
get at it easily."

The next mental card had on it the name of LeGrand Blossom.

"Curious chap, him," mused the detective. "He's very fond of the sound
of his own voice, particularly where he can get an audience, as he had
at the inquest. Well, I don't know anything about you, Mr. Blossom,
neither for nor against you, but I'll keep your card within reach, also.
Can't neglect any possibilities in cases like this. And now for some
others."