About ten
miles south of West Point they were clipping along a mountain road when
something happened. Dean is not sure whether he hit a stone in the road
or whether an automobile struck them. He was knocked unconscious and
didn't remember anything more until he came to and found the doctor
setting his arm."
"Who took him to the doctor's?"
"It was a couple, the doctor said, who explained that they had found
Dean lying in the road under his wrecked motorcycle. The doctor could
not remember what the couple looked like. Said he had been too busy
looking after the injured man. I did worm out of him, though, that the
man had left two hundred dollars with him to take care of Dean."
"That's funny," said the chief.
"It sure is," said Carter. "Looks like hush money to me. What does the
girl say?"
"Nothing yet," said Fleck. "She wouldn't talk at all last night, but
she's coming here at ten."
"That's funny," said Carter. "Why wouldn't she talk?"
"I don't know yet," said Fleck decisively, "but I am going to find out.
Do you really suppose that she has fallen in love with young Hoff?"
Carter shook his head.
"Dean thought so, and I know that Dean was in love with her himself, but
I don't know. I'd bank on that girl somehow, even if she is in love.
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