Something for the Sweeper

ou again, is it? Listen, Morganwaite, this is Jones, the detective that was there this morning. I want to know if Sarah Boone is there and by there I mean where you are. Now, quit playing around and answer me."

"No," said Morganwaite.

Jones choked and then recovered himself. "Are you saying no, you won't answer me, or no, she isn't there?"

"No, she isn't here."

"Is Mrs. Boone there?"

"No. She left as soon as she got Sarah's message."

"Message?" Jones said. "Sarah sent her a message?"

"Yes."

"How do you know?"

"Mrs. Boone told me."

"When?"

"When she got it."

"That's what I want to know!" Jones said explosively. "When did she get it?"

Morganwaite was silent while he evidently considered the matter at some length. "About a half hour ago."

"What did the message say?" Jones asked.

"I don't know. Mrs. Boone didn't say. She just left."

"What kind of a message was it? Telephone--telegraph?"

"No."