general description
of the man who had entered Hardy's room tallied closely with Dorothy's
description of Foster Durgin, whom she herself suspected of the crime.
He had been in Hickwood, lurking near his uncle for several days. He
had since run away and was apparently in hiding.

Intending to make an endeavor to seek out young Durgin and confront him
with Barnes, who had seen the intruder in Hardy's room, and intending
also to visit the dealer in tobacco from whom Dorothy had purchased her
cigars, Garrison made his way to the railway station to return once
more to New York.

The matter of finding Hardy's will was on his mind as a constant worry.
It had not been found among his possessions or on his person. It could
have been stolen from his room. If this should prove to be the case it
would appear exceedingly unfavorable for Durgin. It was not at all
unlikely that he might have been aware of something concerning the
testament, while Hiram Cleave, if such a person existed, would have had
no special interest in the document, one way or another.

Another possibility was that Hardy had hidden the will away, but this
seemed rather unlikely.

Comfortably installed on a train at last, Garrison recalled his first
deductions, made when he came upon the fact of the poisoned cigars.
The person who had prepared the weeds must have known very many of
Hardy's personal habits--that of taking the end cigar from a box, and
of biting the point instead of cutting it off with his knife, for
instance. These were things with which Foster, no doubt, would be well
acquainted. And in photographic work he had handled the deadly poison
employed for Hardy's death.

Again, as he had a hundred times before, Garrison accused himself of
crass stupidity in permitting someone to abstract that cigar from his
pocket. It might have been lost: this he knew, but he felt convinced
it had been stolen. And since he was certain that Dorothy was not the
one, he could think of no chance that a thief could have had to extract
it without attracting his attention.

When at length he arrived once more in Manhattan, he proceeded at once
to the shop on Amsterdam Avenue where Dorothy had purchased her cigars.
Here he found a short individual in charge of a general business,
including stationery, candy, newspapers, and toys, in addition to the
articles for smokers.

Garrison pulled out his memorandum concerning that box of cigars still
in possession of Pi