I’d had it all figured out. For some obscure reason, the murderer had taken the guns. We could expect something sensational in the way of developments. Oh, yes. Listless continued to cry softly. Her problem was more serious to her than ours – Sammy was mad at her. “I didn’t go to do anything wrong,” she said. I put my hand on her head. “Where did you throw the guns, darling?” She pointed a shaking finger. “Out there, on the other side of that big pile of sand.” “I wonder if anybody saw you.” “I don’t think so,” she said. “It was when everybody started down to the wagon to see what was going on. When I got back, they were still there. I didn’t see anybody around here.” “Will you run along now, and let me and Sammy do some talking?” She got up, dabbing at tears.
