“The cop’s.”
“Why, the little fellow with the red head and liver face.”
“The one who tried to arrest Browning?”
“Same.”
Frank whistled.
“And his ribs were broken?”
“That’s it. He says it wasn’t the big fellow who did it, but some other chap slammed him up against a stone post and smashed his ribs in. Officers have been here trying to locate the fellow. We’re in danger of being pulled up as witnesses—or worse.”
“Accused, you mean?”
“Any of us may be.”
“Well, who did it, anyway?”