Some Buried Caesar

"Oh yes you do. Anything from inanity to malevolence, though I doubt if we're dealing with the latter in this in- stance. I don't know Captain Barrow, but I can see Mr. Waddell, like a befuddled trout, leaping for such a fly as this in all innocence. It is amazing with what frivolity a mind like his can disregard a basic fact-in this case the fact that Clyde was not killed by the bull. I entreat you to remember what I said about our needing Mr. Waddell. It is really fortunate he's coming here, for now we can get information that we need without delay. If first you must submit to an inquiry which you regard as monstrous, you will do so because it is neces- sary. They represent authority… and here they are, I suppose…"

There was a sound of wheels crunching gravel, and a car swung into view on the drive and rolled to a stop at the foot of the veranda steps. First out was a state cossack in uniform, a captain, looking grim and unflinching, and following him appeared the district attorney, trying to look the same. They came up the steps and headed for the group.

I missed that battle. Wolfe got up from his chair and started off, and, seeing that he had his handkerchief in his hand, I arose and followed him. With a nod to Waddell as we passed he went on, entered the house, stopped in the main hall, turned to me and told me to wait there for him, and/disappeared in the direction of the library. I stood and wondered what was causing all his violent commotion.

In a few minutes he came back looking disgruntled. He frowned at me and muttered, "Entirely too fast for us, Archie. We are being made to look silly. We may even have been out- witted. I got Mr. Bennett on the telephone, but drew a blank. Did you bring a camera along?"

"No."

"After this always have one. Take a car and get over there. Someone there must have a camera-the niece or nephew or Miss Rowan. Borrow it and take pictures of the carcass from all angles… a dozen or more, as many as you can get Hurry, before they get that fire started."