"That's up to us now. An aeroplane has such speed that it was easy for Woods to fashion an ingenious alibi to account for every minute of his time on the night of the murder, but there must be some holes in it; there always is in a manufactured alibi. I want you to go over to the country-club and check up Mr. Woods' schedule of that night while I examine the golf links to see if he landed there." We jumped into my car and drove rapidly to the club. I went into the house by the back way to avoid meeting people and asked for Jackson. "Jackson, what time did Mr. Woods get out here on the evening Mr. Felderson was killed?" "Ah espect he got heah 'bout six o'clock, Mistuh Thompson," the negro replied. "Did you see him at that time?" "Did Ah see him at dat time? Le'me see? Why, no, suh, Ah don' think Ah did." "When was the first time you did see him, Jackson?" "Ah guess it was at dinnah time, suh. He was heah den." "You're sure he was here all through dinner?" I asked. "Yes, suh! He must hab been, 'cause he ohdahd dinnah." "What time was he through dinner, do you know?" The darky scratched his head. "Ah reckon it war just befoh he ohdahd me ter bring him dat drink." "And he was here all that time?" I demanded. "Yes, suh! He was right heah." "Where did he sit?" "Lemme see. Ah recollec' now, he ask me speshul fo' dat table ovah yondah by de winder." "Can you find the boy that waited on that table that night?" The old darky hurried away, but came back presently leading a scared yellow boy by the sleeve. "Now, Geoge Henry, you-all quit youah contrahiness an' ansuh de genleman's questions o' Ah 'low Ah whup you." "George, did you wait on that table over there by the window two weeks ago?" "Ya-yas, suh! Ah ben waitin' on dat table fo' mo'n a month." "Do you remember waiting on Mr. Frank Woods two weeks ago last Thursday night?" I asked. The boy was trembling. He rolled frightened eyes toward Jackson who was glaring at him. Finally he broke into a wail. "Oh! Pappy Jackson, da's all Ah knows. He tell me he go to de bah an' ef'n anybuddy ask whah he go dat night to sen' em in dah." "Just tell me what you know, George!" I said, motioning the angry Jackson away. "He--he set down at de table but he ain't eat none," the boy stuttered. "What do you mean, George?" "He sit down an' look out de winder. Ah brung him some soup but he got up powful sudden, lak he had a call to de telephome, an' he ain't come back." "Are you sure of that, George?" "Yas, suh, Ah ast him did he want dinnah aftah he come back but he say he ain't hongry." "What time was it when he came back?" I asked. "Ha'f past eight, suh." I gave the boy a dollar and he went away happy. Jackson had a sheepish look on his face. "Then Mr. Woods wasn't here all through dinner, Jackson?" "Drat dat boy, he make me out a liah fo' a dollah," he grinned. "Are you sure, absolutely sure, that you saw Mr. Woods at half past eight?" I questioned.