“I see you don’t want to talk,” he put in shortly.
“Nothing to talk about,” grunted Dana, in disgust.
“Then why are you here?”
“Nothing but conjecture. No facts, only suspicions,” said Dana, half to himself.
“You expect us to believe that?” insinuated Andrews.
“I can’t help what you believe. That is the fact.”
“And you were not with them?”
“No.”
“You’ll be within call, if we let you go now, any time that we want you?” interrupted Kennedy, much to the surprise of Andrews.
“I shall stay in Woodbine as long as there is any hope of clearing up this case. If you want me, I suppose I shall have to stay anyhow, even if there is a clue somewhere else.”