I sent the de Moche driver out to look for him, but he seemed
afraid to venture far, and, of course, returned and said that he
could not find him. Even in his getaway, Lockwood had been
characteristic. He had been strong enough to bide his time, clever
enough to throw every one off guard. It put a new aspect on the
case for me. Had Whitney intended the capture of Inez for
Lockwood? Had our coming so unexpectedly into the case thrown the
plans awry and was it the purpose to leave them marooned at
Rockledge while we were shunted off in the city? That, too, was
plausible. I wished Kennedy would return before anything else
happened.
It was not long by the clock before Kennedy did return. But it
seemed ages to me.
He was not alone. With him was a man in a uniform, and a powerful
dog, for all the world like a huge wolf.
"Down, Searchlight," he ordered, as the dog began to show an
uncanny interest in me. "Let me introduce my new dog detective,"
he chuckled. "She has a wonderful record as a police dog. I got
O'Connor out of bed and he telephoned out to the nearest suburban
station. That saved a good deal of time in getting her up here."
I mustered up courage to tell Kennedy of the defection of
Lockwood.
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