"Yes, they did, and I heard some of them," admitted LeGrand Blossom.
"But that passed over, and they were friendly enough the day of the
golf game. So there could not have been murder in the heart of that
Frenchman. No, I don't mean even to hint at him: hut I believe some
one, angry at, and with a grudge against, your father, ended his life."

"I believe that, too!" declared Viola firmly. "And while I feel, as you
do, about Jean, still it is a clew that must not be overlooked. I'll
tell Colonel Ashley."

I fancy he knows it already," said LeGrand Blossom. "There isn't much
that escapes that fisherman."



CHAPTER XIII

CAPTAIN POLAND CONFESSES


When LeGrand Blossom had taken his departure, carrying with him the
books and papers, he left behind two very disconsolate persons.

"It's terrible!" exclaimed Mr. Carwell's sister. "To think that poor
Horace could be so careless! I knew his sporting life would bring
trouble, but I never dreamed of this."

"We must face it, terrible as it is," said Viola. "Nothing would matter
if he - if he were only left to us. I'm sure he never meant to spend so