I caught my tongue to hold back the question. Worth went on, "When I phoned him just now, he hadn't heard a word about it. Seemed terribly upset." "Hadn't heard?" I echoed. "How was that?" "You know we saw him at Tait's last night. He took the Pacheco Pass road from San Francisco; drove straight to his ranch without hitting Santa Ysobel." I wanted another look at that man Edwards. I was to have it. Worth went on absently, "He'll be along presently to stay here while I'm away Monday. Told me it would be the first time he'd put foot in the house for four years. As boys up in Sonoma county, he and father always disagreed, but sometime these last years there was a big split over something. They were barely on speaking terms--and good old Jim took my news harder than as though I'd been telling him the death of a near friend." "Works like that with us humans," I nodded. "Let some one die that you've disagreed with, and you remember every row you ever had with them; remember it and regret it--which is foolish." "Which is foolish," Worth repeated, and seemed for the first time able to get away from the spot at which he had stopped. He went over to the empty, fireless hearth and stood there, his back to the room, elbows on the mantel propping his head, face bent, oblivious to anything that I might do. It oughtn't to be hard to find the way this place could be entered and left by a man solid enough to cast a shadow, with quick fingers to snap the light on and off. But when I made a painstaking examination of a corner grate with a flue too small for anything but a chimney swallow to go up and down, a ceiling solidly beamed and paneled, the glass that formed the skylight set in firmly as part of the roof, when I'd turned up rugs and inspected an unbroken floor, even tried the corners of book cases to see if they masked a false entrance, I owned myself, for the moment, beaten there. "Give me your torch--or go with me, Worth," I said. "I'd like to take a scoot around outside." He didn't speak, only indicated the flashlight by a motion, where it lay on the shelf beside his hand. I took it, unbolted the door, and stepped into the garage.