As for Colonel Ashley, after he had revived Amy from her faint at the
stream, he had told Shag to take apart the fishing rod.

"For, Shag, I guess I won't be needing it for a week or so," said the
old detective, and there was a mingling of two emotions in his voice.

"Uh, ah!" murmured Shag, as, carefully, he put away the delicate rod
and reel. "It's either fishin' or detectin' wif de colonel, dat's whut
it suah am! Fishin' or detectin'! De colonel ain't one dat kin carry
watermelons on bof shoulders!"

Returning from his fishing trip with the one, lone specimen, Colonel
Ashley, having escorted Amy Mason to her automobile, went back to the
hotel with Shag.

"I might have known how it would be, Shag," he remarked, almost
mournfully. "I might have known I'd run into something when I came
here for rest."

"Dat's right, Colonel. Yo' suah might! But who does yo' s'pect did
dish yeah killin'?"

"It's too early yet to tell, Shag, and you know I don't make any
predictions. I want to get a few more facts."

This the colonel proceeded to do. First having had himself accredited
as working in Darcy's behalf by being introduced by the accused man's
lawyer, the detective paid a visit to the jewelry store. The place was