Joe and Chet stepped into the light. âYou saw Mr. Blackstone strike Professor Rand, and you saw us come to ask about it. We know thereâs something peculiar going on, and we are trying to find out what it is.â
âIâm not talking to you.â The thin old manâs eyes flashed in sudden anger. âYouâve got no business here. Timmy!â He turned to the lad. âDid you show these folks where to find me?â
An eye and a forehead peered around a cask. âNo, Grandpa,â came Timmyâs small voice.
âYou come on out here,â Grover ordered. âWeâve been found. Thereâll be a heap of trouble for you and me now.â
âWeâre sorry,â Frank said kindly, as the little boy crept timidly to his grandfatherâs side. âWe donât intend any harm. I donât think you realize how important it is for us to talk to you. Somebodyâs been trying to kill us, or at least scare us off this case. Professor Rand might tell us why, but he has evidently disappeared. Unless you help us, we havenât a chance of straightening things out.â
As briefly as possible, Frank explained to the elderly retainer why the boys had come to Larchmont. While he spoke, the old servant watched him closely. The anger faded from his eyes, and the lines of his face deepened with concern.
âI just knew, if they started that feud up again there wasnât any good going to come of it!â Grover sighed. âAll right, sir, Iâll tell you folks what I can. I donât like trouble. The faster everythingâs cleared up, the happier lots of folks will be.â
âDid Mr. Blackstone send you here to hide from us?â Joe queried.
âYes, sir, he did,â Grover admitted. âFrom Mr. Worth, too. And he sent Miss Shringle some money to go off and visit her relatives.â
âSo you were here the whole time, instead of in Chicago,â Joe continued.
âMr. Blackstone wanted me to go out there,â Grover admitted. âBut when a body gets as old as I am, heâs kind of scared to ride in trains or airplanes way off a thousand miles away from where heâs been living all his life. So I said Iâd keep snug in this beverage room, instead. I suppose you guessed this is the old plantation kitchen passage. Both sides of the family know about it.â
âYouâve been with the Blackstones a long time?â Chet spoke up.
âAll my life, sir. My father served the Blackstones, and his father did, too. Used to be a grand family, way back.â
âBut why did this Mr. Blackstone make you hide out?â Joe prompted. âBecause weâd ask you about the quarrel we saw?â
âYes. The two gentlemen are fighting over that pond again. But somehow they donât want people to know theyâre fighting over it. Soon as Mr. Blackstone hit Mr. Rand with that vase, I switched off the lightsâin case somebody was watching.â
âBut how did you cover it up so fast?â Joe wondered.
âOh, Mr. Blackstone and I carried Professor Rand into the next room. Then we swept the broken pieces of the vase under a rug. Mr. Blackstone put on his relaxing jacket and set that twin vase on his desk. He opened up his book. Then I went and let you boys in.â
âProfessor Randâs all right, then?â Frank inquired.
âYes, he came round after an hour, mad as a wet hen. Couldnât complain much though, because they didnât want to attract anybodyâs attention about their arguing over the land. After Professor Rand left, Mr. Blackstone said that he wanted me to go to Chicago for a while.â
âDo you know where the professor is staying?â Frank asked.
Grover shrugged. âIf heâs gone, I donât know where heâs keepinâ himself. Timmy, have you seen Mr. Rand around lately?â
âNo, Grandpa,â replied the lad meekly. With round eyes,