"But it's a clew
all right! He's been here, and I'm pretty certain he was brought
here in the auto with the odd tires--the one Mr. Damon and I saw
traces of the night we heard the cries for help."
"But that doesn't help us now," said Jackson. "The point is to
find out how lately Mr. Nestor was here, and what has happened to
him since. There isn't anything in the wallet, is there?"
"Nothing," answered Tom, making a careful examination so as to
be sure. "It's as empty as a last year's bird nest. He's been
robbed--that's what has happened to Mr. Nestor. He was waylaid
that night, instead of being run down as I thought--waylaid and
robbed and then his body was brought here."
"There you go again, Tom! Jumping to conclusions!" said
Jackson, with a friendly smile, and with the familiarity of an
old and valued helper. "Maybe he's in perfectly good health. Just
because you found his empty wallet doesn't argue that your friend
is in serious trouble. He may have dropped this on the road and
some one picked it up. I'll admit they may have taken whatever
was in it, but that doesn't prove anything.
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