they are right now, but I'm pretty sure I can find
them."

He nodded.

"Get hold of them by all means! They may be important to us." He lit
a cigar and threw himself into a chair.

"Well, let's go on. Woods had all the motive necessary for killing
Felderson. He made a definite engagement with Felderson on the night
of the murder, to meet him at a certain time and place specified by
Woods. That's important. Everything up to that point is as clear as
crystal, yet you say you have positive testimony that Woods was at the
country-club waiting for Felderson at about the time the murder took
place, and Woods claims that he has an absolute alibi. If that is
true, it lets him out."

"But I'm not sure he was at the country-club at the time the murder
took place," I explained. "I only know he was there just before and
just afterward."

"What do you know of his movements that night?" Simpson asked.

"I know he dined there at seven-thirty or thereabouts and that he
ordered a drink at eight twenty-five."

"And what time was the murder?"

"Probably about a quarter past eight--the bodies were found at half
past, they say," I answered.

Simpson shook his head. "I'm afraid his alibi is good. It's cutting
things too fine to think that he could have run six miles and back in
less than half an hour and committed a murder in the bargain. It would
have taken a speedy automobile. Do you know whether he had an
automobile that night?" he queried.

"I think he did. I can find out in a minute," I added, going to the
telephone.

I called up the country-club and finally succeeded in getting Jackson
on the wire. Jackson thought Mr. Woods did not have an automobile that
night, because he had gone to town in Mr. Paisley's car.

"He might have used somebody else's car," Todd suggested.

Simpson shook his head again. "We're getting clear off the track, now."

An idea came to me suddenly and I called Up Pickering at the Benefit
Insurance Company.

"This is Thompson speaking, Pickering," I said.

"Yes."

"Do you remember if an automobile passed you on the night of the
Felderson murder, going toward the country-club?"

"No."

"Do you mean you don't remember?"

"No, I remember perfectly. There was only one automobile passed us and
that was the black limousine."

"You're sure?" I asked.

"I'm positive, old man. We only saw one car from the time we left
Blandesville, until we reached the city."

I put up the