an angel when he's roused, though I'll say say for him that I have rarely
seen him angry. And there you are. Boy, another bottle, and have it
colder than the last."

"Yes," mused the colonel, "there you are - or aren't, according to your
viewpoint."

And so the day grew more sunshiny and mellow, and Colonel Ashley did not
regret the fish that the golf ball cheated him of, for he added several
new cards to his index file and jotted down, mentally, new facts on some
already in it.

"Will return to-morrow. Viola too restless here."

That was the telegram Colonel Ashley received the day following his
acquaintance at the nineteenth hole with Bruce Garrigan and Tom Sharwell.

"She stayed away longer than I thought she would," mused the detective,
"Yes, sah!"

"See if that French chauffeur, Forette, can drive me into town."

"Yes, sah, Colonel."

A little later Jean brought the roadster to the ront of the house and
waited for Colonel Ashley. The latter came forth holding a slip of
paper in his hand, and, to the chauffeur, he said:

"Do you know where Dr. Baird lives?"